"I did not know how much was ended.
When I look back now from this high hill of my old age,
I can still see the butchered women and
children lying heaped and scattered all
along the crooked gulch as plain as
I saw them with eyes still young.
And I can see that something else died there
in the bloody mud and was buried in the blizzard.
A people's dream died there. it was a beautiful dream."