Certainly I'm angry at the way Indians have been treated and continue to be treated. But I don't think it's a helpless emotion.
Also, as I lay there thinking of my vision, I could see it all again and feel the meaning with a part of me like a strange power glowing in my body; but when the part of me that talks would try to make words for the meaning, it would be like fog and get away from me.
While in El Paso, I met Mr. Clinton Burk, a native of Texas, who I married in August 1885.