take her to their wigwams. Then the mother knew
she must show her how to choose. So she sought for ways to help her as
they hunted the mountains for the wild berries. Often they sat by the
lakeside for their midday meal. Sometimes it was rough and sometimes
calm.

"See, daughter," said Owaissa. "The little lake is very rough to-day.
Sometimes our lives are like the little lake. Not always are they calm.
Storms sweep over the life. But take the lesson from the lake. Be
beautiful through it all. Down beneath the surface, the water is calm and
untroubled even though the white caps are above."

Once they were caught in the mountains in a terrific storm. Litahni crept
close to the mother when the thunder rolled loud and long, but she loved
to see the long streaks of lightning flash across the sky.

Then Owaissa said, "The thunder cannot hurt you, dear. Seldom does that
which comes with a big noise do the harm, for one can run from it and be
safe. Fear that which comes silently and swiftly and which strikes at the
heart. The lightning yonder is far from us but it may strike at the heart
of a giant pine and fell it to the ground. That which should have stood
long and sturdy is then rendered useless and laid low."

With the coming of the winter the good squaw died and there were evil days
ahead for the Black Hawk tribe. They were having quarrels with the white
men, and the chief was very busy. So Litahni was left much alone and the
days were long and lonely. Now she was glad for all that her mother had
taught her, for the birds, and the flowers, and the trees, and the animals
all helped her to pass the days and they spoke to her of the things that
her mother had taught her. She tried hard to help her father, and often
she knew that she had helped him, but she longed to do more.

"No squaw has ever done it, but I believe I can. I shall teach my people
to love the white man's God, for then we should not have wars and
quarrels," said the girl.

So she taught the little children; she told stories to the squaws and she
won the confidence of the young men of the tribe who would soon be in the
council fires. And all the tribe loved Litahni, the beautiful daughter of
Black Hawk and Owaissa.

One day, across the plain, there came a white man. He was tall and dark
and sturdy-looking. He had education and he could talk well. Litahni saw
much of him for a few days and she came to honor the white man as she
listened to him drive the