"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

02 May 2016

Longing.

Remington, Indians around Camp Fire, 1908


That night the secret societies held meetings, the Foxes, the Warclubs, the Big-dogs, the Muddy-hands, the Fighting-bulls, and others.  Bright fires blazed and crackled among the pines, and drums were going all night long.  I wished with all my heart that I might belong to one of these secret societies.  I thought most of the Foxes, and I looked with longing eyes at their firelit lodge, where men spoke of things I did not know.  But I was yet only a boy.

Colonel Richard Irving Dodge, Our Wild Indians: Thirty-Three Years Personal Experience

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