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Updated: June 13, 2025
Jupiter was climbing the east in imperial purple as if to take command.... The littlest boy stirred in the arms of the Dakotan and began to speak, staring at the fire. We all turned and bent to listen and it was that very thing that spoiled it for the sentence faltered and flew away.
I have said to the Dakotan and to the others here: "It was good for you to come but the time may arrive, when it will be just as good for you to go.... When you see me covering old fields; when you come here for continual reviews of my little story; when your mind winces with the thought of what I am to do and say next, because you know it well already arise and come no more, but in passing, say to me, 'To-day we did not get out of the circle of yesterday.... I shall know what is meant, and it shall be good for you to tell me, since one forgets.
Many of the myths of the Indians of the south, in that region stretching back from the great Gulf, are known; some collected by travelers, others by educated Indians. Many of the myths of the Iroquois are known. The best of these are in the writings of Morgan, America's greatest anthropologist. Missionaries, travelers, and linguists have given us a great store of the myths of the Dakotan stock.
There was a row of us preparing for sleep out under the stars the Dakotan at one side, then two small boys, the little girl and the old man.... It was one of those nights in which we older ones decided to tell stories instead of writing them. We had talked long, like true Arabs around a fire on the beach. A South Wind came in and the Lake received and loved it.
The Dakotan said so, and he hears these things. I thought of the ecstasy of the great givings the ecstasy of the little old grey woman who had mothered a prophet and heard his voice afar in the world. I showed them the lush and vulgar stems of the American beauties, whose marketable excellence is measured by size, as the cabbage is, and whose corresponding red is the red of an apoplectic throat.
Incidentally, it is worth having a garden, walled if necessary, for the joy of hoeing flowers and vegetables barefooted.... I had just about finished the work of the evening. It would not have mattered anyway. The Dakotan sat down on the floor before the fire and was still as a spirit.
It may be that there is still enough strength for another voyage that I may be constrained to leave Telemachus and go forth to the edge of the land "where lights twinkle among the rocks and the deep moans round with many voices." Recently the Dakotan told me of a dream, and I asked him to write it.
And that is what I thought of, when the Dakotan said that the Lake was listening. It was listening to the South Wind.... That night we talked of Ireland.
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