They call it the Shenandoah." I remembered that smiling Eden I had seen from that hill-top, and how Shalah had spoken that very name.
"We dwelt there," he continued, "while I grew to manhood, living happily in peace, hunting the buffalo and deer, and tilling our cornlands.

Then the time came when the Great Spirit called for my father, and I was left with the kingship of the tribe.

Strange things meantime had befallen our nation in the West.

Broken clans had come down from the north, and there had been many battles, and there had been blight, and storms, and sickness, so that they were grown poor and harassed.

Likewise men had arisen who preached to them discontent, and other races of a lesser breed had joined themselves to them.