We will see." He rose slowly, leaning on his staff, and emptied his pipe.

It required a resolute will now to cause his withered limbs to move.

But his steps became free after a little walking, and he moved slowly away.

Poor old chief of the Cascades! It was something like another Sermon on the Mount that he had spoken, but he knew not how closely his heart had caught the spirit of the Divine Teacher.
When Gretchen came home from school, Mrs.Woods told her what had happened, and what the old chief had asked.
Mr.Woods had returned from the block-houses.

He said: "Gretchen, go! Your _Traumerei_ will save the colony.