I think about mystical things only about as often as anyone else. “Out Of The Mystic Past” came along after I had done many other pieces. It is strongly mystical. In the lights and shadows of the night fire, the dancer tells of the terrible elements, the lightning, the thunder, the hatred of the freezing sleet, the cold of the dying moon.

He weaves a web around the fire, glides through the fire and becomes the terrible cat of long ago. He is the great bear, the giant buffalo and when he crouches, slamming the gaping jaw before your eyes, he is the very wolf at your door. He makes the other Indian bronzes true. Now! We see the man and we know him!