Melvin R. Gilmore, Prairie Smoke, a Collection of Lore of the Prairies
“ Indians feel a fearful dread of the consequences of interfering with the nice balance and adjustment of nature.It was a bright, warm summer afternoon in northern Nebraska. The wild grass, waving in the summer breeze, was like a shimmering emerald sea, flecked with varied colour of the many different tribes of wild flowers. Overhead was a brilliantly blue sky with here and there slow-sailing white clouds whose soft shadows came and passed, silent and entrancing, over the greenth of the prairie. And in all this scene the living creatures were moving, intent upon affairs of their own ”
