Old playmates' faces, forgotten for years, were there looking at him from the dark wall of his wigwam.

There was Andrew's face; the faces of his other brothers; the laughing face of his sister; the serene face of his mother.

As he lay there with the shadow of death over him sweet was the thought that soon he would be reunited with that mother.

The images faded slowly away, swallowed up in the gloom.

Suddenly a vision appeared to him.