The wind went down that night and it was still and very cold.� While I was lying there in a bison robe, a coyote began to howl not far off, and suddenly I knew it was saying something.� It was not making words, but it said something plainer than words, and this was it: �Two-legged one, on the big ridge west of you there are bison�
Black Elk
As told through John Neihardt
1932