Twice four times sixty seasons, according to the notch-sticks, have the wings of wild geese cleaved the sky, and all these years I have lived in peace. My last moon has arisen I have seen the smile of the Great Spirit, and I know that the last moon hangs over my head. "Warriors, listen! You have always obeyed me. Obey me once more. Dance not the dance of the Evil Spirits to-night.