On The Wings Of Destiny: The Story of A Navaho Boy

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Wing-feather-of-the-Hawk awoke to a rough hand pressing his shoulder.  Along with it was a loud ringing voice that split through the muddled thoughts of his sleep.
It rose to a crescendo, and he suddenly realized who was talking and what they were saying.  It was his friend, Sunshine-on-the-Lake.
For what seemed like the thousandth time, he tried hard to hear what his disturber was saying.  He finally succeeded in getting a few strange words.