"white heat, was on our tracks and the four legs on the run white heat, on our back and burning like a sun we walked, walked til there was nowhere left to go we walked, many fell down, bloody in the snow" "white heat was on our tracks and growing to a flood white heat was on our backs and speaking like a gun we fought, fought 'til there was nowhere left to go we fell, a pool of red 'neath passing wheels of mud and snow" Black Elk, I did not know then how much was at an end Black Elk, I see it now from the high hill of old age Black Elk, I see the people scattered along the gulch Black Elk, I see it now as when I saw with young eyes and I see....something else died in the bloody snow I see...a people's dream died there; it was a beautiful dream It was a beautiful dream