The Geyser

This is the second of four pages about American Indian art and writing. Tomorrow: reprints from two notable books by Indian authors, and art by Fritz Scholder. Thursday: an interview with two novelists. There is a story some people tell of how they came from a world beneath this world through a hole in the Earth.

And here, through a hole in the Earth, there rises a fine clear plume of mineral water, a Geyser which lends its name to the brook which flows about the red stone cone that has formed from the iron of its waters.

Drink its water, as the Wind wraps the mist about you and feel the life that rises here like people coming out of the darkness of a world with no Sun to this place of light.

One winter I drove past the Geyser and saw a White-Tailed Deer standing on the cone, the cold morning air as clean and new as it must have been on that first day when we saw this place where the magic of waters rises up from old Earth to join with the Wind and the Sun.

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