wovoka 2

In my teepee on the Cheyenne reservation... 

I arose after the corn planting, sixteen moons ago [+-voorjaar 1889], and prepared for my journey. 

I had seen many things, and had been told by a voice to go forth and meet the Ghosts, for they were to return and inhabit the earth. 

I traveled far on the cars of the white men... 

until I came to the place where the railroad stopped. 

There I met two men, Indians, whom I had never seen before, but who greeted me as a brother, and gave me meat and bread. 

They had three horses, and we rode without talking for four days, for I knew they were to be witness to what I should see. 

Two suns had we traveled... 

and had passed the last signs of the white man - for no white man had ever had the courage to travel so far - when we saw a strange and fierce [woest] looking black man, dressed in skins. 

He was living alone, and had medicine with which he could do what he wished. 

He would wave his hands, and make great heaps of money. Another motion, and we saw many spring wagons, already painted and ready to hitch horses to. Yet another motion of the hands, and there sprung before us great herds of buffalo. 

The black man spoke and told us, that he was the friend of the Indian. That we should remain with him and go no farther, and we might take what we wanted of the money, and spring wagons, and the buffalo. 

But our hearts were turned away from the black man, my brothers. 

And we left him and traveled for two days more.

[bron]