"My travels with Indians began some 
          years ago with the discovery that most traditional communities in North 
          America know of a messenger who appears in evil times as a warning from 
          the Creator that man's disrespect for His sacred instructions has upset 
          the harmony and balance of existence; some say that the messenger comes 
          in sign of a great destroying fire that will purify the world of the 
          disruption and pollution of earth air, water, and all living things. 
          He has strong spirit powers and sometimes takes the form of a huge hairy 
          man; in recent years this primordial being has appeared near Indian 
          communities from the northern Plains states to far northern Alberta 
          and throughout the Pacific Northwest.
         
          --Peter Mathiessen, Introduction, p 
            xxiii.
         
        "There's a lot going on up in that 
          country now," said Archie Fire, referring not only to the threat 
          to the Great Plains from widespread mining but to recent appearances 
          of the big hairy man at Little Eagle, on the Standing Rock Reservation, 
          who came in sign, some people said, of those days at the world's end 
          "when the moon will turn red and the sun will turn blue" and 
          the Lakota people will resume their place at the center of existence"
         
          --Archie Fire, Introduction, xxv-xxvi
         
        "Turtle Mountain was among the many 
          Indian communities that had been visited in recent years by the "Rugaru", 
          as the Ojibway call the hairy man who appears in symptom of danger or 
          psychic disruption in the community. Mary's son Richard talked a little 
          about the appearance of these beings in recent years to Lakota people 
          at Little Eagle, South Dakota. "There were just too many sightings 
          down there to ignore. I mean, a lot of people saw it. Around 
          here, we didn't have many reports; most of them were right here where 
          we live now." He waved his hand to indicate the woods outside, 
          where I camped that night along the lake edge."
         
          --Peter Mathiessen, Introduction, p 
            xxvii
         
        "A few weeks before, the big, hairy 
          man had appeared in Little Eagle for the third straight year, and more 
          than forty people had seen him. "I think that the Big Man is kind 
          of the husband of Unk-ksa, the Earth, who is wise in the way of anything 
          with its own natural wisdom. Sometimes we say that this One is a kind 
          of big reptile from the ancient times, who can take a big, hairy form: 
          I also think he can change into a coyote. He is very powerful. Some 
          of the people who saw him did not respect what they were seeing, they 
          did not honor him, and they are already gone."
         
          --Joe Flying By, Introduction, xxix-xxx
         
        "We've come to an age where we should 
          know better what we are doing," Pete Catches resumed softly, in 
          a silence that followed some meditations on the Big Man, who was trying 
          to save mankind, he said, from the great cataclysm the Indian people 
          knew was coming. "We must now try to understand what is wrong with 
          us, why we have to tamper with and change the forests and the land. 
          We have done this too long--not us, but the white man. Let's not walk 
          on the moon, then fail to understand what this Creation is all about. 
          This is life, this is beautiful, everything is the way it should be."
         
          --Ogala Lakota Medicine Man Pete Catches, 
            Introduction, p xxxviii.
         
        "On the early morning of June 25, 
          Jean Bordeaux, Norman Brown, and Jimmy Zimmerman were sitting up late, 
          down by the creek. 'Maybe around three or four o'clock,' Jean says, 
          'not long before the sun, we heard something very big walking in the 
          creek. It wasn't any animal, either, and it wasn't like somebody tossing 
          in big rocks; it was plunk-plunk-plunk, like that, big steady steps. 
          Zimmerman was so scared he just ran off, he wanted to wake up Joe, because 
          him and Joe was living in one tent. Norman Brown said it was the Big 
          Man, and that his people over in Arizona knew all about it, but we were 
          all too scared to go down there and look.' In the evening of that day 
          huge dark thunderheads gathered over the Black Hills, followed by wild 
          angry winds and lashing rain that caused property damaged all over the 
          western part of South Dakota.
         
          --Mathiessen, The U.S. Puppet Government, 
            p 149.
         
        "Along the creek the pale clay mud 
          was crisscrossed by the sharp prints of raccoons, and near the water 
          was a tree gnawed long ago by a beaver. I told Sam about the big footsteps 
          in the creek heard on the night before the shoot-out by Jean Bordeaux 
          and Jimmy Zimmerman and Norman Brown, and he nodded, saying, "That 
          was a warning."
        'There is your Big Man standing there, 
          ever waiting, ever present, like the coming of a new day,' Peter Catches 
          had told me two years earlier, here on Pine Ridge. "He is both 
          spirit and a real being"- he had slapped the iron of his 
          cot for emphasis--"but he can also glide through the forest, like 
          a moose with big antlers, as if the trees weren't there. At Little Eagle, 
          all those people came, and they went out with rifles and long scopes, 
          and they couldn't see him, but all those other people at the bonfire, 
          he came up close to them, they smelled him, heard him breathing: and 
          when they tried to get too close, he went away. He didn't harm no one; 
          I know him as my brother. I wanted to live over there at Little Eagle, 
          go out by myself where he was last seen, and come in contact with him. 
          I want him to touch me, just a touch, a blessing, something I could 
          bring home to my sons and grandchildren, that I was there, that I approached 
          him, and he touched me.
        It doesn't matter what you call him; he 
          has many names. I call him Brother, Ci-e, and that's what the Old People 
          would call him, too. We know that he was here with us for a long time; 
          we are fortunate to see him in our generation. We may not see him again 
          for many many generations. But he will come back, just when the next 
          Ice Age comes into being."