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~Ben Wambli Ska~Ben White Eagle~
~HE
IS EAGLE~
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A few more passing suns will see us here no more, and our dust and bones will mingle with these same prairies. I see as in a vision the dying spark of our council fires, the ashes cold and white. I see no longer the curling smoke rising from our lodge poles. I hear no longer the songs of the women as they prepare the meal. The antelope have gone; the buffalo wallows are empty. Only the wail of the coyote is heard. The white man's medicine is stronger than ours; His iron horse rushes over the buffalo trail. He talks to us through his 'whispering spirit' (the telephone). We are like birds with a broken wing. My heart is cold within me. My eyes are growing dim. ~Chief Plenty-Coups, Crow~ ![]() ~God grant us the strength of eagles wings, and carry us to new heights.~
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