I can always reach Him with my song; all days are my Sunday." The evil memories of his late life were dimming quickly, and the joys of the new one growing.

Rolf learned early that, although one may talk of the hardy savage, no Indian seeks for hardship.

Everything is done that he knows to make life pleasant, and of nothing is he more careful than the comfort of his couch.

On the second day, under guidance of his host, Rolf set about making his own bed.

Two logs, each four inches thick and three feet long, were cut.