In The Beginning Was The

Loneliness Is An Aspect Of The Land.

Her Name Is Ago, And She Belonged To The Last Culture To Evolve In North America.

I Wonder If, In The Dark Night Of The Sea, The Octopus Dreams Of Me.

The Turn Of The Century Was The Lowest Point For The Devastation Of Indian Culture By Disease And Persecution, And It's A Wonder To Me That They Survived It And Have Not Only Maintained Their Identity, But Are Actually Growing Stronger In Some Ways. The Situation Is Still Very Bad, Especially In Certain Geographical Areas, But There Are More Indians Going To School, More Indians Becoming Professional People, More Indians Assuming Full Responsibility In Our Society. We Have A Long Way To Go, But We're Making Great Strides.

The Kiowas Reckoned Their Stature By The Distance They Could See.