So I Took The Bright Red Stick

When I Got Back To My Father And Mother And Was Sitting Up There In Our Tepee, My Face Was Still All Puffed And My Legs And Arms Were Badly Swollen; But I Felt Good All Over And Wanted To Get Right Up And Run Around.

The Power Of The World Always Works In Circles.

The Life Of An Indian Is Like The Wings Of The Air. That Is Why You Notice The Hawk Knows How To Get His Prey. The Indian Is Like That. The Hawk Swoops Down On Its Prey, So Does The Indian. In His Lament He Is Like An Animal. For Instance, The Coyote Is Sly, So Is The Indian. The Eagle Is The Same. That Is Why The Indian Is Always Feathered Up, He Is A Relative To The Wings Of The Air.

We Should Understand Well That All Things Are The Work Of The Great Spirit. We Should Know The Great Spirit Is Within All Things: The Trees, The Grasses, The Rivers, The Mountains, And The Four-legged And Winged Peoples; And Even More Important, We Should Understand That The Great Spirit Is Also Above All These Things And Peoples. When We Do Understand All This Deeply In Our Hearts, Then We Will Fear, And Love, And Know The Great Spirit, And Then We Will Be And Act And Live As The Spirit Intends.

Out Of The Indian Approach To Life There Came A Great Freedom, An Intense And Absorbing Respect For Life, Enriching Faith In A Supreme Power, And Principles Of Truth, Honesty, Generosity, Equity, And Brotherhood As A Guide To Mundane Relations.