Grady:The legend was written like a poem. It is called “The Wolf Ceremony” by Chief Dan George. Are you ready? Here goes.

I wanted to give something of my past to my grandson.

So I took him into the woods, to a quiet spot.

Seated at my feet he listened as I told him
of the powers that were given to each creature.

He moved not a muscle as I explained
how the woods had always provided us
with food, homes, comfort, and religion.

He was awed when I related to him
how the wolf became our guardian,
and when I told him that I would sing
the sacred wolf song over him, he was overjoyed.

In my song, I appealed to the wolf
to come and preside over us
while I would perform the wolf ceremony
so that the bondage between my grandson
and the wolf would be lifelong.

I sang.
In my voice was the hope that clings to every heartbeat.

I sang.
In my words were the powers I inherited from my forefathers.

I sang.
In my cupped hands lay a spruce seed-- the link to creation.

I sang. In my eyes sparkled love.

I sang. And the song floated on the sun's rays from tree to tree.

When I had ended,
it was if the whole world listened with us
to hear the wolf's reply.

We waited a long time
but none came...