p was being given him several times just when he needed
it. Cheering words and sweet songs at times fell upon his ears, and
made him forget that he was alone and footsore in this trying work; and
once when his way led him over a great lake, and he was in a little boat
in which it seemed impossible for him to reach the farther shore, and he
was about to give up in despair, a strong, firm hand took the little
helm, and soon he was safe at his landing place.

From this place the travelling was very much easier, and he journeyed
on, ever looking for the safer trail for his people. Seeing before him
a pleasant hill, he hurried to its summit, and there before him in the
valley, stretching away in the distance on and on until lost in a golden
cloud of brightness, like the sunlight on the waters, he saw a broad
trail, smooth and beautiful, with a great company of happy people
walking in it. As he observed more carefully, he saw that some were
Indians, some white people, and some of other colours; but all seemed so
happy, bright, and joyous, that Oowikapun wept as he thought of the
unhappy condition of his own people in the other trail.

Wearied by his long journey, and charmed by the sight before him, he
tarried there for hours, and then he thought he fell asleep; and while
in this condition a man with a covered face came to him and gently
aroused him, and seeing that he had been weeping, asked in gentle,
sympathetic tones why he should weep while before him there was so much
joy and gladness.

Touched by the kindly manner of the stranger, Oowikapun forgot his usual
reserve, and told him all that was in his heart. While he talked the
visitor listened in silence until he had told his sad story, and then
heaving a sigh, that seemed full of sorrow, he said to Oowikapun: "Has
not the Great Spirit pitied you and tried to help you? Did he not send
you to the wigwam of one of his followers to give you some directions
about getting in the better way? Is he not waiting and watching to see
how you are using what knowledge you have secured? Why have you so soon
forgotten your first lesson?" Then he quickly moved to go, and as he
turned away the covering for an instant dropped from his face, and
Oowikapun had a glimpse of it, and it vividly reminded him of Memotas.

CHAPTER FOUR.

A STRANGE BENEFACTOR.

With a start Oowikapun awoke from his long sleep, confused and
bewildered. So vivid had been his dream that it was some