The dream which Western man conceived in the eighteenth century, whose dawn he thought he saw in 1789, and which, until August 2, 1914, had grown stronger with the progress enlightenment and the discoveries of science—this dream vanished finally for me before those trainloads of little children.
The moon shines down on the trees near our hogan. Shadows splash the ground. When I hold my breath, I can almost hear the land breathing— a deep, silent sigh. I think it says, You are the people I want to live on me—you Diné. You will care for me, like a mother for her child.