oceeded from east to west, the course always
followed by the red man. The specters had been sent from the Happy
Hunting-Grounds to indicate that the tribe should move farther west, and
the sudden disappearance of the monthly signal was augured to mean the
extinction of the race.

Once when Will was standing on the border of this lake a Sioux warrior
came up to him. This man was unusually intelligent, and desired that
his children should be educated. He sent his two sons to Carlisle, and
himself took great pains to learn the white man's religious beliefs,
though he still clung to his old savage customs and superstitions. A
short time before he talked with Will large companies of Indians
had made pilgrimages to join one large conclave, for the purpose
of celebrating the Messiah, or "Ghost Dance." Like all religious
celebrations among savage people, it was accompanied by the grossest
excesses and most revolting immoralities. As it was not known what
serious happening these large gatherings might portend, the President,
at the request of many people, sent troops to disperse the Indians. The
Indians resisted, and blood was spilled, among the slain being the sons
of the Indian who stood by the side of the haunted lake.

"It is written in the Great Book of the white man," said the old chief
to Will, "that the Great Spirit--the Nan-tan-in-chor--is to come to
him again on earth. The white men in the big villages go to their
council-lodges (churches) and talk about the time of his coming. Some
say one time, some say another, but they all know the time will come,
for it is written in the Great Book. It is the great and good among the
white men that go to these council-lodges, and those that do not go say,
'It is well; we believe as they believe; He will come.' It is written in
the Great Book of the white man that all the human beings on earth are
the children of the one Great Spirit. He provides and cares for them.
All he asks in return is that his children obey him, that they be good
to one another, that they judge not one another, and that they do not
kill or steal. Have I spoken truly the words of the white man's Book?"

Will bowed his head, somewhat surprised at the tone of the old chief's
conversation. The other continued:

"The red man, too, has a Great Book. You have never seen it; no white
man has ever seen it; it is hidden here." He pressed his hand against
his heart. "The teachings of the two books are the same. What