Whenever, in the course of the daily hunt, the hunter comes upon a scene that is strikingly beautiful, or sublime - a black thundercloud with the rainbow's glowing arch above the mountain, a white waterfall in the heart of a green gorge, a vast prairie tinged with the blood-red of the sunset - he pauses for an instant in the attitude of worship.
He sees no need for a setting apart one day in seven as a holy day, because to him all days are God's days.
Charles Alexander Eastman (Ohiyesa)
