Then the bay horse wheeled to where the great white giant lives (the north) and said:


And yonder there were twelve white horses

All abreast

Their manes were flowing like a blizzard wind

From their noses came a roaring

And all about them white geese…soared…and circled.

Then the bay wheeled round to where the sun shines continually (the east) and bade me look:

And there, twelve sorrel horses

With necklaces of elk’s teeth

Stood abreast with eyes that glimmered like the daybreak star

And manes of morning light

Then the bay wheeled once again to look upon the place where you are always facing (the south)

And yonder stood twelve buckskins

All abreast with horns upon their heads

And manes that lived and grew…like trees…and grasses.

And when I had seen All these, the bay horse said:

Your Ancestors are having a council