d Arnold Walter.

THE APPEAL TO THE GREAT SPIRIT

Owaissa, the Indian Squaw, sat before the tepee watching little Litahni
play with the colored stones. The child was the idol of the tribe, for was
not her father the great chief Black Hawk who had done so much for his
people? So, lest anything should happen to the little one, Owaissa made it
her chief task to be where the child was and to teach her the things she
wanted her to know.

Three years before, the good missionary who was leaving the encampment had
said to Owaissa, "Soon there will come to your tepee a little child.
Should it be a little girl, teach her to see herself in the things about
her, so that the birds, and the trees, and the flowers, and the winds may
all help her to grow true and fine, even as they help the young braves to
grow brave and strong. The girls of your Indian tribes are not given half
a chance to see the helpers all about them. Teach her to see, as I have
taught you to see, what a woman can do."

And the words of the missionary had burned into the very soul of Owaissa.
Her child should have a chance. So when the little girl had come to her
wigwam, she had named her Litahni--a little light--and she had sought for
ways to help her to see what nature meant that man should see.

"Catch a little raindrop," she said to the little girl as she played near
the wigwam. "Every raindrop helps some plant, even though it is so little.
You are tiny, too, but you can help every day just as the raindrop does."

"See the beautiful sunset," she said to the older girl, as they tramped
home from gathering the wood for the fire. "The colors are creeping all
over the sky. We see the sunset here and we are happy because it is so
beautiful, but away over the mountains in the far away the sunset is just
as beautiful and they are happy there as they see it. You can bring
happiness, too, both here and far away, if your life is beautiful.

"Listen to the wind in the trees," she said to the girl of fourteen who
was eager to do that which father wanted her to leave undone. "You cannot
see the wind, yet it sways the great trees and sometimes fells them. You
can bend the will of the strong men of the tribe but you cannot do it by
talk and by ugly words. Learn to bend by gentleness and quietly. Learn to
steal into their lives as the wind steals through the trees."

When the girl was sixteen, the young men of the tribe were beginning to
love her and to want to