A Creek Called Wounded Knee [antikvár]

1 ST. LOUIS GLOBE-DEMOCRAT—There is no disguising the fact that hostihties with the Sioux and a general outbreak are imminent----The greatest excitement prevails and it is feared that a massacre will ensue. At first there had been the breath of hot new life across the land, blowing like a summer wind from the Black Hills to the Missouri, making the People alive again, even when their bellies were only half-filled with corn and flour gravy. Even when there was no meat at all. The promise of new beginnings made their passions rise and their eyes weep tears of gladness. Their spirits soared. They sang the songs the Teacher from the West had told them to sing. They danced the dance the Teacher from the West had told them to dance. And there were shining faces. A bright day was near. In the season of witu, the time of snows melting, it would begin, when the old ones would come back. The ones long dead, the ancestors whose bones had been scattered across