rior, and at first caused him some alarm, but, so soon as he
learned who he was, his feelings underwent a change, for, truth to tell,
the Shawanoe was the very one whom the Sauk had come so many miles to
meet.

The story of the Sauk was impressive. He was the brother of Hay-uta, and
on the return of the latter to his home, he told of his encounter with
Deerfoot, and dwelt on the extraordinary words of his conqueror. He,
too, had heard something similar from the missionaries, whom he had seen
at different posts in the West, but like most of his people he was
indifferent to their arguments.

But the "sermon" preached by Deerfoot, through his kindred, got hold of
the Sauk, and would not let go. He affected to despise the words, but he
could not drive them from him. Some time afterward Hay-uta told his
brother he must hunt up the friendly Shawanoe, and learn more of the
Great Spirit whom he told him about. He asked him to bear him company,
but the Sauk declined, just as all of us are prone to rebel against the
better promptings of our nature.

The time soon came however when he started to hunt, not only for
Hay-uta, but for Deerfoot also. Of necessity his search for awhile was a
blind one, but while threading his way through the woods he found the
horse of Otto Relstaub cropping the grass on a slight stretch of
prairie. Some curious fortune had given him his liberty and led him into
that section.

The brother was so prompt in following Hay-uta, that he kept to his
trail long after the latter had found Deerfoot and Jack Carleton, but a
peculiar shame-facedness held him back from joining them. Once or twice
he resolved to overtake them, but each time he shrank back, and finally
lingered so long that he lost the trail altogether.

But that restless longing for the great light, of which he had only the
dim glimmerings, kept his face turned westward, while he hoped and yet
dreaded to meet the young Shawanoe, who, unsuspected by himself, was the
cause of his strange discontent.

The meeting took place in the manner already told. It was Deerfoot who
found the Sauk instead of the Sauk who found him. In a tender,
sympathetic voice the Shawanoe gave the other the particulars of his
brother's death, making clear to him that when he crossed the dark river
it was to enter the hunting grounds of the true Great Spirit, who
beckoned him thither. The Sauk showed no grief over the loss of his
kindred, though he mourned him with an emo