Plenty Coups

Quotes by Plenty Coups

• 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... . We are like birds with a broken wing. My heart is cold within me. My eyes are growing dim-I am old.

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