12 THE LIFE or

watched the rising of the palace of the Great Spirit-
the sun—-—who, it was said, made the world!

Early as I can recollect, I was taught that it was the
gift of the many spirits to be a good hunter and warrior;
and much of my time I devoted in search of their
favors. On the mountain top, or along the valley, or
the water brook, I searched for some kind intimation
from the spirits who made their residence in the noise
of the waterfalls. .

I dreaded to hear the voice of the angry spirit in the
gathering clouds. I looked with anxiety to catch a
glimpse of the wings of the Great Spirit, who shrouded
himself in rolling white and dark clouds-,—who, With his
wings, fanned the earth, and laid low the tall pines and
hemlock in his course—who rode in Whirlwinds and
tornadoes, and plucked the trees from their Woven
roots——who chased other gods from his course—who
drove the Bad Spirit from the surface of the earth, down
to the dark caverns of the deep. Yet he was a kind

spirit. My father taught me to call that spirit Ke-sha-
mon-e-doo—Be72ev0lent spz'rit——for his ancestors taught

him. no other name to give to that spirit who made the
earth, with all its variety and smiling beauty. His
benevolence I saw in the running of the streams, for
the animalsto quench their thirst and the fishes to’ live;
the fruit of the earth teeined wherever I looked. Every
thing I saw smilingly said Ke-sha-mon-e-doo nin-ge-oo-
she-ig-—tlze Benevolent spirit made me.

Where is he P My father pointed to the sun. What
is his will concerning me, and the rest of the Indian
race? This was a question that I found no one could