that meant
nothing that you have made with us; from the multitude of promises that you have made and broken, and made again, back as far as the traditions of my people go, I should say that you needed even a thousand words to our one."
" Words, umph ! Tell me how my dog looks out
of his eves?"
./
The old Indian arose as he said this, and gathered his blanket about his shoulders. The dog lay with his nose on his two paws, and his eyes raised to his master s.
" You have not words enough in all your books to picture a single look from the eyes of my dog."
He drew his blanket closer about him, turned away, and the dog arose and followed him.
I had a pocket Bible with me once, in his camp. I was young, enthusiastic, and anxious to do a little missionary business on my own responsibility. I showed it to the chief, and undertook to tell him what it was.
u It is the promise of God to man," I said, u His written promise to us, that if we do as He has com manded us to do, we shall live and be happy for ever when we die."
He took it in his hand, upside down, and looked at the outside and inside very attentively.
" Promises ! Is it a treaty ? "
"Well, it is a treaty, perhaps; at least, it is a promise, and He wrote it."
u Did it take all of this to say that? I do not
