I wish to tell you about the man who shakes me awake the next morning…he is to become my teacher.

I remember that meeting so clearly it still startles me to think of it.

I am wet and shivering from the night dampness, half awake…half asleep…the old man shakes me.

I am more surprised by his sudden presence than by his clothing.

He is wearing a Sun Dance robe, and his thick white hair gives him the appearance of a magician.

Sleepy child in the middle of a prairie! In these days I have neither heard of Magician nor Sun Dance Chief…ho! no surprise seems out of ordinary.

I should jump up, ready to run but I don’t. Instead, I take his outstretched hand and follow.