This amazing, marvelous, brilliant little boy was orphaned -- for a while -- when his father disappeared at wounded knee. His tribe fled to Canada and he was raised by grandparents in a tee pee. What he didn't know was that his father had not been killed, but was, in fact, captured and imprisoned by the American Army. When Ohiyesa was 12, the prison released his dad, and the two were reunited when his father finally found him. The two returned to the United States, the young boy was enrolled in American private schools. He assumed the name Charles Eastman. He was accepted by Dartmouth College, and eventually became an M.D. But it was difficult for a Native American physician to practice medicine, so writing was one way for Eastman to support himself. He wrote many essays and short books describing the values, beliefs, and lifestyle of the Sioux Native Americans. These accounts torpedo the stereotypes and present the purist possible view of Native man and woman; They are earliest, and most accurate descriptions written by a Native American in the English language, that I have been able to find so far. Eastman's works are simple, elegant, streamlined, graceful, lyrical, and profound. His writing can be, therefore, nothing less than intriguing. I believe it speaks to the soul of humanity. This author should be a big name in American literature. Why isn't he?