Getting ready to hang the Harrows on the North side of the House to keep the wind out - patched my winter cap and fixed the pockets in my Long Johns and to all you Lady's out there check the ruffles on your Long Janes. I cant do it without you.
Tribe follows tribe and nation follows like the waves of the Sea.
Your time of decay will come for even the white man whose God walked and talked with him cannot be exempt from the common destine. Let him be just and deal Kindly with my people For the dead are not powerless. There is no death only a change of worlds. We may be brothers after all. We shall See.