Long before I ever heard of Christ or saw a white man, I had learned the essence of morality. With the help of dear Nature herself, my grandmother taught me things simple but of mighty import. I knew God. I perceived what goodness is. I saw and loved what is really beautiful…I lived the natural life…Any pretty pebble was valuable to me then; every growing tree an object of reverence…
(Ohiyesa, Charles Alexander Eastman, `The Soul of an Indian')
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