black elk’s vision

What happened after that until the summer I am nine years old is not a story…winters and summers, and they are good…the Wasichus have made their iron road along the platte and travel there.

This cuts the bison herd in two, but those that stay in our country with us are more than can be counted, and we wander without trouble in our land.

Now and then the voices come back when I am out alone, like someone calling me, but what they want of me I do not know.

This does not happen often…when it does not happen, I forget about it…I am growing taller, riding horses…I can shoot prairie chickens and rabbits with my bow.

My people begin very young to learn the ways of humans…no one teaches us, we learn by doing what we see…we are warriors at an age when Wasichu boys are like girls.

It is the summer…I am nine turnings of the sun…our people are moving slowly towards the Great Mountains.

We camp one evening in a valley beside a little creek…just before it runs into Greasy Grass.

There is a man by the name of Man Hip who likes me, he asks me to eat with him in his tepee.

While I am eating, a voice comes and says:

It is time; now they are calling you.

The voice is so loud and clear that I believe it.  I think to just go where it wants me to go.

I get right up and start. As I come out of the tepee, both my thighs begin to hurt me. Suddenly it is as if waking from a dream, and there isn’t any voice.

I go back into the lodge.  I don’t want to eat.

Man Hip looks at me in a strange way and asks me what is wrong. I tell him that my legs are hurting.

Next morning the camp moves…again.

I am riding with some children. We stop to get a drink from a creek, and when I get off my horse, my legs crumple under me and I cannot walk.

The children helped me up and put me on my horse; and when we camped again towards evening, I am sick.

Next day the camp moves on to where the different bands of our people are coming together. I ride in a pony drag…I am very sick. Both my legs and both my arms are swollen badly…my face is all puffed up.

We camp again.

I am lying in our tepee…my mother and father are sitting beside me.

I can see out through the opening, and there two men are coming from the clouds, head-first like arrows slanting down…I know they are the same that I have seen before.

Each carries a long spear, and from the points of these flashes a jagged lightning.

They come clear down to the ground this time and stand a little way off. They look at me:

“Hurry! Come!
Your Ancestors are calling you!”

They turn and leave the ground like arrows slanting upward from the bow.

I get up to follow, my legs do not hurt me any more…I am very light.

I go outside the tepee. There, the people with flaming spears are going…a little cloud is coming very fast.

It comes and stoops…takes me…turns back to where it came from, flying fast.

I look down. I can see my mother and my father there. I feel sorry to be leaving them.

There is nothing but the air. The swiftness of the little cloud that bears me…those two people still leading up to where white clouds pile like mountains on a wide blue plain…in them thunder beings live and leap and flash.

Suddenly there is nothing. A world of cloud…we three are there alone in the middle of a great white plain with snowy hills and mountains staring at us

Very still…but there are whispers.

The two people whisper together:

Behold, the being with four legs!

I look and see a bay horse standing there. He speaks:

Behold me!

My life history you shall see.

He goes round about to where the sun goes down, he says:

Behold them!

Their history you shall know.

I look. There…twelve black horses, all abreast with necklaces of bison hoofs.

They are beautiful.

I am frightened…their manes are lightning and there is thunder in their nostrils.

Bay horse rounds north to where the great white giant lives, and says:


There, twelve white horses all abreast. Their manes flow like blizzard wind…a roaring from their noses…all about them white geese soar and circle.

The bay rounds about east to where the sun shines continually…bades me…


Twelve sorrel horses. Necklaces of elk’s teeth, standing abreast. Eyes glimmer like the daybreak star. Manes of morning light.

The bay rounds once again to look upon the place where you are always facing, the south.

Twelve buckskins all abreast…horns upon their heads. Manes that live and grow…like trees and grasses.

Bay horse speaks:

Your ancestors are having a council.
These shall take you.

All the horses go into formation, four abreast–the blacks…the whites…the sorrels…the buckskins.

They stand behind the bay, who turns to the west and neighs. Suddenly the sky there is terrible…a storm of plunging horses in all colors…shake the world with thunder.

Turning to the north bay horse whinnies, and there all sky roars with a mighty wind of running horses in all colors, neighing back.

He whinnies to the east. There too sky fills with glowing clouds of manes and tails of horses, in all colors singing back.

To the south he calls. There it crowds with many colored, happy horses, nickering.

bay horse speaks:

See how your horses all come dancing!

I look. There are horses, horses everywhere–a whole sky-ful of horses dancing round me.

Make haste!

We walk together side by side, while the blacks, the whites, the sorrels, and the buckskins follow, marching four by four.

I look about me once again…suddenly the dancing horses without number change into animals of every kind and into all the fowls…these flee back to the four quarters of the world from whence the horses came, and vanish.

As we walk, there is a heaped up cloud ahead that changes into a lodge, and a rainbow is the open door.

Through the door I see six old people sitting in a row.

The two people with the spears now stand beside me, one on either hand. The horses take their places in their quarters, looking inward, four by four.

The oldest of the Ancestors speaks with a kind voice:

Come in.
Do not fear.

As he speaks, all the horses of the four quarters neigh to cheer me.

I go in and stand before the six. They look older than humans can ever be–old like hills, like stars.

The oldest speaks again:

Your Ancestors of this world are having a council.
They called you here to teach you.

His voice is very kind, but I shake all over with fear now, for I know that these are not old humans, but the Powers of the World.

They are of West…of North…of East…
of South…of Sky…of Earth.

I know this, and am afraid.

The first Ancestor speaks again:


there where the sun goes down, the thunder beings!
You shall see, and have from them my power

they shall take you to the high and lonely center of the earth that you may see

to the place where the sun continually shines, they shall take you there to understand.

And as he speaks of understanding, I look up and see the rainbow leap with flames of many colors over me.

A wooden cup is in his hand…it is full of water…in the water is the sky.

Take this

It is the power to make live, and it is yours.

Now he has a bow in his hands.

Take this

It is the power to destroy, and it is yours.

Then he points to himself and says:

Look close at him who is your spirit now,

for you are his body

his name is Eagle Wing Stretches

And saying this, he gets up very tall and starts running toward where the sun goes down; suddenly he is a black horse that stops and turns and looks at me; the horse is very poor and sick; his ribs stand out.

Then the second Ancestor, he of the North, arises with a herb of power in his hand, and says:

“Take this and hurry.”

I take and hold it toward the black horse yonder. He fattens and is happy and comes prancing to his place again and was the first Ancestor sitting there.

The second Ancestor, he of the North, spoke again: “Take courage. younger brother,” he said; “on earth a nation you shall make live, for yours shall be the power of the white giant’s wing, the cleansing wing.” Then he got up very tall and started running toward the north; and when he turned toward me, it was a white goose wheeling. I looked about me now, and the horses in the west were thunders and the horses of the north were geese. And the second Ancestor sang two songs that were like this:

They are appearing, may you behold!
They are appearing, may you behold!
The thunder nation is appearing, behold!
They are appearing, may you behold!
They are appearing, may you behold!
The white geese nation is appearing,

And now it is the third Ancestor who speaks, of where the sun shines continually.

“Take courage, younger brother,” he said, “for across the earth they shall take you!”

He points to where the daybreak star is shining. Beneath the star two people are flying.

“From them you shall have power,” he said, “from them who have awakened all the beings of the earth with roots and legs and wings.”

He holds in his hand a peace pipe on which a spotted eagle stretches out upon the stem.

The eagle seems alive…poised there, fluttering. Its eyes look at me.

“With this pipe,” the Ancestor says, “you shall walk upon the earth, and whatever sickens there you shall make well.”

He points to a man who iss bright red all over, the color of good and of plenty. As he points, the red man lies down and rolls and changes into a bison. The bison gets up, and gallops toward the sorrel horses of the east. They too turn to bison…fat…many.

And now the fourth Ancestor speaks, he of the place where you are always facing (the south), whence comes the power to grow.

“Younger brother,” he says, “with the powers of the four quarters you shall walk, a relative. Behold, the living center of a nation I shall give you, and with it many you shall save.”

And I saw that he was holding in his hand a bright red stick that was alive, and as I looked it sprouted at the top and sent forth branches, and on the branches many leaves came out and murmured and in the leaves the birds began to sing.

For a little while I think I see beneath it in the shade the circled villages of people and every living thing with roots or legs or wings, and all are happy.

Says the ancestor:

It shall stand in the center of the nation’s circle.
A cane to walk with and a people’s heart.
By your powers you shall make it blossom.

Then he is still a little while to hear the birds sing.

He speaks:

“Behold the earth!”

I look down and see it lying there like a hoop of peoples. In the center blooms the holy stick that was a tree. Where it stands cross two roads, one red, one black.

From where the giant lives (the north) to where you always face (the south) the red road goes, the road of good.

On it shall your nation walk.

The black road goes from where the thunder beings live (the west) to where the sun continually shines (the east), a fearful road, a road of troubles and of war.

On this also you shall walk…from it you shall have the power to destroy a people’s foes.

In four ascents you shall walk the earth with Power.

I think he means that I should see four generations, counting me, and now I am seeing the third.

Then he rises very tall and starts running toward the south, and is an elk. As he stands among the buckskins there, they too are elks.

Now the fifth Ancestor speaks, the oldest of all, the Spirit of the Sky.

My child, I sent for you and you came. My power you shall see!

He stretches his arms and turns into a spotted eagle hovering.


all the wings of the air shall come to you,

they and the winds and the stars shall be like relatives.

You shall go across the earth with my power.

The eagle soars above my head and flutters there…suddenly the sky is full of friendly wings, all coming toward me.

Now I know the sixth Ancestor is about to speak, he who is the Spirit of the Earth; I see that he is very old, but more as men are old.  His hair is long and white, his face is all wrinkles and his eyes are deep and dim.

I stared at him, for it seems I know him somehow; and as I stare, he slowly changes; he is growing backwards into youth, and when he becomes a boy, I know that he is myself with all the years that would be mine at last.

When he is old again, he says:

My child, have courage, for my power shall be yours, and you shall need it, for your nation on the earth will have great troubles.


He rises and totters out through the rainbow door, and as I follow I am riding on the bay horse who talked to me at first and led me to that place.

Then the bay horse stopped and faced the black horses of the west, and a voice said: “They have given you the cup of water to make live the greening day, and also the bow and arrow to destroy.” The bay neighed, and the twelve black horses came and stood behind me, four abreast.

The bay faced the sorrels of the east, and I saw that they had morning stars upon their foreheads and they were very bright. And the voice said: “They have given you the sacred pipe and the power that is peace, and the good red day.” The bay neighed and the twelve sorrels stood behind me, four abreast

My horse now faced the buckskins of the south and a voice said: “They have given you the sacred stick and your nation’s hoop, and the yellow day and in the center of the hoop you shall set the stick and make it grow into a shielding tree, and bloom.”

The bay neighs…the twelve buckskins came and stood behind me, four abreast.

Then I knew that there were riders on all the horses there behind me, and a voice said: “Now you shall walk the black road with these; and as you walk, all the nations that have roots or legs or wings shall fear you.”

So I started, riding toward the east down the fearful road, and behind me came the horsebacks four abreast–the blacks, the whites, the sorrels, and the buckskins–and far away above the fearful road the daybreak star was rising very dim.

I looked below me where the earth was silent in a sick green light, and saw the hills look up afraid and the grasses on the hills and all the animals; and everywhere about me were the cries of frightened birds and sounds of fleeing wings.

I was the chief of all the heavens riding there, and when I looked behind me, all the twelve black horses reared and plunged and thundered and their manes and tails were whirling hail and their nostrils snorted lightning.

And when I looked below again, I saw the slant hail falling and the long, sharp rain, and where we passed, the trees bowed low and all the hills were dim.

Now the earth was bright again as we rode. I could see the hills and valleys and the creeks and rivers passing under. We came above a place where three streams made a big one–a source of mighty waters–and something terrible was there. Flames were rising from the waters and in the flames a blue man lived. The dust was floating all about him in the air, the grass was short and withered, the trees were wilting, two-legged and four-legged beings lay there thin and panting, and wings too weak to fly.

Then the black horse riders shouted “Hoka hey!” and charged down upon the blue man, but were driven back. And the white troop shouted, charging, and was beaten; then the red troop and the yellow.

And when each has failed. they all cry together: “Eagle Wing Stretches, hurry!”

And all the world fills with voices of all kinds that cheer me.

I charge.

I have the cup of water in one hand and in the other is the bow

The bow becomes a spear as the bay and I swoop down…the spear’s head is sharp lightning.

It stabs blue man’s heart, and as it strikes I hear thunder rolling and many voices that cry “Un-hee!”…I have killed him.

The flames die. The trees and grasses are not withered any more and murmur happily together…every living being cries in gladness with whatever voice it has.

The four troops of horse men charge down and strike dead body of blue man, counting coup…suddenly it is a small turtle.

I have been riding with the storm clouds, and have come to earth as rain, and it is drought that I kill with the power the Six Ancestors gave me.

We are riding on the earth now down along the river flowing full from the source of waters, and soon I saw ahead the circled village of a people in the valley. And a Voice said: “Behold a nation; it is yours. Make haste, Eagle Wing Stretches!”

I entered the village, riding, with the four horse troops behind me–the blacks, the whites, the sorrels, and the buckskins; and the place was filled with moaning and with mourning for the dead. The wind was blowing from the south like fever, and when I looked around I saw that in nearly every tepee the women and the children and the men lay dying with the dead.

So I rode around the circle of the village, looking in upon the sick and dead, and I felt like crying as I rode. But when I looked behind me, all the women and the children and the men were getting up and coming forth with happy faces.

And a Voice said: “Behold, they have given you the center of the nation’s hoop to make it live.”

So I rode to the center of the village, with the horse troops in their quarters round about me, and there the people gathered.

And the Voice said: “Give them now the flowering stick that they may flourish, and the sacred pipe that they may know the power that is peace, and the wing of the white giant that they may have endurance and face all winds with courage.”

So I took the bright red stick and at the center of the nation’s hoop I thrust it in the earth. As it touched the earth it leaped mightily in my hand and was a waga chun, the rustling tree, very tall and full of leafy branches and of all birds singing. And beneath it all the animals were mingling with the people like relatives and making happy cries. The women raised their tremolo of joy, and the men shouted all together: “Here we shall raise our children and be as little chickens under the mother sheo’s wing.”

Then I heard the white wind blowing gently through the tree and singing there, and from the east the sacred pipe came flying on its eagle wings, and stopped before me there beneath the tree, spreading deep peace around it.

Then the daybreak star was rising, and a Voice said: “It shall be a relative to them; and who shall see it, shall see much more, for thence comes wisdom; and those who do not see it shall be dark.”

And all the people raised their faces to the east, and the star’s light fell upon them, and all the dogs barked loudly and the horses whinnied.

Then when the many little voices ceased, the great Voice said: “Behold the circle of the nation’s hoop, for it is holy, being endless, and thus all powers shall be one power in the people without end. Now they shall break camp and go forth upon the red road, and your Ancestors shall walk with them.”

So the people broke camp and took the good road with the white wing on their faces, and the order of their going was like this:

First, the black horse riders with the cup of water; and the white horse riders with the white wing and the sacred herb; and the sorrel riders with the holy pipe: and the buckskins with the flowering stick. And after these the little children and the youths and maidens followed in a band.

Second, came the tribe’s four chieftains, and their band was all young men and women.

Third, the nation’s four advisers leading men and women neither young nor old.

Fourth, the old men hobbling with their canes and looking to the earth.

Fifth, old women hobbling with their canes and looking to the earth.

Sixth, myself all alone upon the bay with the bow and arrows that the First  Ancestor gave me.

But I was not the last; for when I looked behind me there were ghosts of people like a trailing fog as far as I could see–grandfathers of grandfathers and grandmothers of grandmothers without number.

And over these a great Voice–the Voice that was the South–lived, and I could feel it silent.

And as we went the Voice behind me said: “Behold a good nation walking in a sacred manner in a good land!”

Then I looked up and saw that there were four ascents ahead, and these were generations I should know.

Now we were on the first ascent, and all the land was green. And as the long line climbed, all the old men and women raised their hands, palms forward, to the far sky yonder and began to croon a song together, and the sky ahead was filled with clouds of baby faces.

When we came to the end of the first ascent we camped in the sacred circle as before, and in the center stood the holy tree, and still the land about us was all green.

Then we started on the second ascent, marching as before, and still the land was green, but it was getting steeper.

And as I looked ahead, the people changed into elks and bison and all four-footed beings and even into fowls, all walking in a sacred manner on the good red road together. And I myself was a spotted eagle soaring over them.

But just before we stopped to camp at the end of that ascent, all the marching animals grew restless and afraid that they were not what they had been, and began sending forth voices of trouble, calling to their chiefs.

And when they camped at the end of that ascent, I looked down and saw that leaves were falling from the holy tree.

And the Voice says:

Behold your nation

remember what your Six Ancestor gave you, for thenceforth your people walk in difficulties.

Then the people break camp again, and see the black road before them towards where the sun goes down, and black clouds coming yonder; and they do not want to go but cannot stay.

And as they walked the third ascent, all the animals and fowls that were the people ran here and there, for each one seemed to have his own little vision that he followed and his own rules; and all over the universe I could hear the winds at war like wild beasts fighting.

And when we reached the summit of the third ascent and camped, the nation’s hoop was broken like a ring of smoke that spreads and scatters and the holy tree seemed dying and all its birds were gone.

And when I looked ahead I saw that the fourth ascent would be terrible.

Then when the people were getting ready to begin the fourth ascent, the Voice spoke like some one weeping, and it said: “Look there upon your nation.”

And when I looked down, the people were all changed back to human, and they were thin, their faces sharp, for they were starving. Their ponies were only hide and bones, and the holy tree was gone.

And as I looked and wept, I saw that there stood on the north side of the starving camp a sacred man who was painted red all over his body, and he held a spear as he walked into the center of the people, and there he lay down and rolled.

And when he got up, it was a fat bison standing there, and where the bison stood a sacred herb sprang up right where the tree had been in the center of the nation’s hoop.

The herb grew and bore four blossoms on a single stem while I was looking–a blue, a white, a scarlet, and a yellow–and the bright rays of these flashed to the heavens.

I know now what this meant, that the bison were the gift of a good spirit and were our strength, but we should lose them, and from the same good spirit we must find another strength. For the people all seemed better when the herb had grown and bloomed, and the horses raised their tails and neighed and pranced around, and I could see a light breeze going from the north among the people like a ghost; and suddenly the flowering tree was there again at the center of the nation’s hoop where the four-rayed herb had blossomed.

I was still the spotted eagle floating and I could see that I was already in the fourth ascent and the people were camping yonder at the top of the third long rise. It was dark and terrible about me, for all the winds of the world were fighting. It was like rapid gunfire and like whirling smoke, and like women and children wailing and like horses screaming all over the world.

I could see my people yonder running about, setting the smokeflap poles and fastening down their tepees against the wind, for the storm cloud was coming on them very fast and black, and there were frightened swallows without number fleeing before the cloud.

Then a song of power came to me and I sang it there in the midst of that terrible place where I was. It went like this:

A good nation I will make live.
This the nation above has said.
They have given me the power
to make over.

And when I had sung this, a Voice said: “To the four quarters you shall run for help, and nothing shall be strong before you. Behold him!”

Now I was on my bay horse again, because the horse is of the earth, and it was there my power would be used.

And as I obeyed the Voice and looked, there was a horse all skin and bones yonder in the west, a faded brownish black. And a Voice there said: “Take this and make him over; and it was the four-rayed herb that I was holding in my hand.

So I rode above the poor horse in a circle, and as I did this I could hear the people yonder calling for spirit power, “A-hey! a-hey! a-hey! a-hey!” Then the poor horse neighed and rolled and got up, and he was a big, shiny, black stallion with dapples all over him and his mane about him like a cloud. He was the chief of all the horses; and when he snorted, it was a flash of lightning and his eyes were like the sunset star.

He dashed to the west and neighed, and the west was filled with a dust of hoofs, and horses without number, shiny black, came plunging from the dust.

Then he dashed toward the north and neighed, and to the east and to the south. and the dust clouds answered, giving forth their plunging horses without number–whites and sorrels and buckskins, fat, shiny, rejoicing in their fleetness and their strength. It was beautiful, but it was also terrible.

Then they all stopped short, rearing, and were standing in a great hoop about their black chief at the center, and were still.

And as they stood, four virgins, more beautiful than women of the earth can be, came through the circle, dressed in scarlet, one from each of the four quarters, and stood about the great black stallion in their places; and one held the wooden cup of water, and one the white wing, and one the pipe, and one the nation’s hoop.

All the universe was silent, listening; and then the great black stallion raised his voice and sang. The song he sang was this:

My horses, prancing they are coming.
My horses, neighing they are coming;
Prancing. they are coming.
All over the universe they come.
They will dance; may you behold them.
(4 times)
A horse nation, they will dance.
May you behold them. (4 times)

His voice was not loud, but it went all over the universe and filled it. There was nothing that did not hear, and it was more beautiful than anything can be. It was so beautiful that nothing anywhere could keep from dancing. The virgins danced, and all the circled horses. The leaves on the trees, the grasses on the hills and in the valleys, the water in the creeks and in the rivers and the lakes, the four-legged and the two-legged and the wings of the air–all danced together to the music of the stallion’s song.

And when I looked down upon my people yonder, the cloud passed over, blessing them with friendly rain, and stood in the east with a flaming rainbow over it.
Then all the horses went singing back to their places beyond the summit of the fourth ascent, and all thing sang along with them as they walked.

And a Voice said: “All over the universe they have finished a day of happiness.” And looking down, I saw that the whole wide circle of the day was beautiful and green, with all fruits growing and all things kind and happy.

Then a Voice said: “Behold this day, for it is yours to make. Now you shall stand upon the center of the earth to see, for there they are taking you.”

I was still on my bay horse, and once more I felt the riders of the west, the north, the east, the south, behind me in formation, as before, and we were going east.

I looked ahead and saw the mountains there with rocks and forests on them, and from the mountains flashed all colors upward to the heavens.

Then I was standing on the highest mountain of them all, and round about beneath me was the whole hoop of the world. And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being.

And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of one mother and one father. And I saw that it was holy.

Then as I stood there, two men were coming from the east, head first like arrows flying, and between them rose the daybreak star. They came and gave a herb to me and said: “With this on earth you shall undertake anything and do it.”

It was the daybreak-star herb, the herb of understanding, and they told me to drop it on the earth. I saw it falling far, and when it struck the earth it rooted and grew and flowered, four blossoms on one stem, a blue, a white, a scarlet, and a yellow; and the rays from these streamed upward to the heavens so that all creatures saw it and in no place was there darkness.

Then the Voice says:

Your Six Ancestors–now you shall go back to them.”

I have not noticed how I am dressed until now, and I see that I am painted red all over, and my joints are painted black, with white stripes between the joints. My bay has lightning stripes all over him, and his mane is cloud. And when I breathe, my breath is lightning.

Now two men were leading me, head first like arrows slanting upward–the two that brought me from the earth. And as I followed on the bay, they turned into four flocks of geese that flew in circles, one above each quarter, sending forth a sacred voice as they flew: Br-r-r-p, br-r-r-p, br-r-r-p, br-r-r-p!

Then I saw ahead the rainbow flaming above the tepee of the Six Ancestors, built and roofed with cloud and sewed with thongs of lightning; and underneath it were all the wings of the air and under them the animals and men. All these were rejoicing and thunder was like happy laughter.

As I rode in through the rainbow door, there were cheering voices from all over the universe, and I saw the Six Ancestors sitting in a row, with their arms held toward me and their hands, palms out; and behind them in the cloud were faces thronging, without number, of the people yet to be.

“He has triumphed!” cry the six together, making thunder.

As I pass before them there, each gives again the gift that he gave me before–the cup of water and the bow and arrows, the power to make live and to destroy; the white wing of cleansing and the healing herb; the sacred pipe; the flowering stick.

Each one speaks in turn from west to south, explaining what he gave as he dis before, and as each one speaks he melts down into the earth and rises again; and as each does this, I feel nearer to the earth.

Then the oldest of them all said:

Grandson, all over the universe you have seen.

Now you shall go back with power to the place from whence you came, and it shall happen yonder that hundreds shall be sacred, hundreds shall be flames!


I looked below and saw my people there, and all were well and happy except one, and he was lying like the dead–and that one was myself. Then the oldest Ancestor sings:

There is someone lying on earth
in a sacred manner.
There is someone–on earth he lies.
In a sacred manner I have made him to walk.

Now the tepee, built and roofed with cloud, began to sway back and forth as in a wind, and the flaming rainbow door was growing dimmer. I could hear voices of all kinds crying from outside: “Eagle Wine Stretches is coming forth! Behold him!”

When I went through the door, the face of the day of earth was appearing with the daybreak star upon its forehead; and the sun leaped up and looked upon me, and I was going forth alone.

And as I walked alone, I heard the sun singing as it arose, and it sang like this:

With visible face I am appearing.
In a sacred manner I appear.
For the greening earth a pleasantness
I make.
The center of the nation’s hoop
I have made pleasant.
With visible face, behold me!
The four-leggeds and two-leggeds,
I have made them to walk;
The wings of the air, I have made
them to fly.
With visible face I appear.
My day, I have made it holy.

When the singing stopped, I was feeling lost and very lonely.

Then a Voice above me said: “Look back!”

It was a spotted eagle that was hovering over me and spoke. I looked, and where the flaming rainbow tepee, built and roofed with cloud, had been, I saw only the tall rock mountain at the center of the world.

I was all alone on a broad plain now with my feet upon the earth, alone but for the spotted eagle guarding me. I could see my people’s village far ahead, and I walked very fast, for I was homesick now. Then I saw my own tepee, and inside I saw my mother and my father, bending over a sick boy that was myself. And as I entered the tepee, some one was saying: “The boy is coming to; you had better give him some water.”

Then I was sitting up; and I was sad because my mother and my father didn’t seem to know I had been so far away