Order this book from Amazon.com House Made of Dawn N. Scott Momaday New York, New York: Harper & Row, 1968 | A young Native American struggles to find himself, caught between the world of his ancestors, and the outside world with all its temptations and torments. Thunder cracked in the sky and rolled upon the mountains. It grew deep and filled the funnel of the canyon and reverberated endlessly upon the cliffs. Lighning flashed, rending the dark wall of rain, casting an awfulmglare upon it, and the rain moved into the canyon, almost slowly, upon the warm and waning gusts of draught, and the golden margin of eceding light grwe pale in the mist. And there behind the squall and still-invisible torrents coming on, like the sound of a great turbine, the roar of the wind and the rain on the river and the rocks, the heavy drift borne up and set loose to spin into the pools and collide on the banks, and the faint falling apart of the earth itself, breaking and shifting under the weight of water.