ins on the north, reaching
for many miles, and from the west, which was lowland as far as the eye
could see, came the cool afternoon sea wind. In the middle of the plain
was a great tall house, white with a red roof, and at one end hung some
bells in openings made for them in the wall. All around were a great
many houses of brush, much like this we are in, and outside and in were
crowds of Indians working like bees, at all kinds of toil, doing many
things, too, that we never do, such as planting fields with seeds, and
gathering the harvest when it was ripe; making cloth for clothes, such
as you, my son, saw those strange men wearing. Then they were making
jars and dishes of clay, and weaving baskets, such as we use."

"Suddenly, a little time before sunset, while they were at their
busiest, the bells in the big white house began to ring. Every one
stopped working and stood facing the building. Then, as the bells were
ringing, they bowed their heads. At this moment, I heard, again, the
voice which yet was not a voice, revealing to me the meaning of the
scene before my eyes. 'Behold,' I seemed to hear, 'the final end of the
Indians of this, land! See the fate which is awaiting them! All these
peoples and tribes, and others far to the north and south of here, will
be brought together into places like unto this. They will be made to
work at these white men's tasks; give up their own wild, free life in
the open country; give up their old customs; give up their own god,
even, to pray to the God of their masters. And thus will it be for many
years, until the Indians disappear forever; for, after a time, they will
grow fewer and fewer until not one shall be left in the whole land which
once they owned.' Then what seemed a deep sleep fell upon me, and when
I awoke, I was in my own home. I was greatly frightened, but dared not
tell any one of my visions; for I knew they would laugh me to scorn,
perhaps drive me away, as they did at the last."

As the old woman described this picture of the future revealed to her,
her agitation increased. She raised herself on an arm, and with the
other stretched out, she swept her hand along the horizon, from the
south to the north, saying, as she did so:

"This is the land of the Indians; this Ouiot gave to our fathers, and
they gave it to us. While the sun has been traveling over his path
in the sky for many hundred years, we, and our fathers before us, for
generations, have lived in this lan