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I plant the short acorns in the valley ! I plant the long acorns in the valley ! I sprout , I , the black-oak acorn , sprout , I sprout ! '' She had impressed herself very close against him during his moment of chanting , but , in the first moments that succeeded she felt the restless movement of the hand that held the finger-marked hog-pamphlet and caught the swift though involuntary flash of his eye to the clock on his desk that marked 11:25 . Again she tried to hold him , although , with equal involuntariness , her attempt was made in mild terms of resentment . `` You are a strange and wonderful Red Cloud , '' she said slowly . `` Sometimes almost am I convinced that you are utterly Red Cloud , planting your acorns and singing your savage joy of the planting .