My grandfather has told me story after story of him.

I have been brought up to love and revere his memory, and to hold fast the things which he taught us.

But after his death, alas! a new spirit gradually entered into the hearts of our people.

They began to grow covetous of gain, to trade with the Indians for their own benefit, to fall into careless and sometimes evil practices.

Before my father died he said to me that the Home of Peace was no longer the place it once had been, and that he should like to think that I might find a better place to live in, since I was young and had my life before me." "Was that long ago ?" "Just a year.