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.

In sorrow I am sending a feeble voice, O Six Powers of the World. Hear me in my sorrow, for I may never call again. O make my people live!

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 ro…

To the center of the world you have taken me and showed the goodness and the beauty and the strangeness of the greening earth, the only mother - and there the …