Henry David Thoreau,
Familiar Letters of Henry David Thoreau
(1894)
“ Tahatawan, Sachimaussan, to his brother sachem, Hopeful of Hopewell,—hoping that he is well:— Brother: It is many suns that I have not seen the print of thy moccasins by our council-fire; the Great Spirit has blown more leaves from the trees, and many clouds from the land of snows have visited our lodge; the earth has become hard, like a frozen buffalo-skin, so that the trampling of many herds is like the Great Spirit's thunder; the grass on the great fields is like the old man of many winters, and the small song-sparrow prepares for his flight to the land whence the summer comes. ”
