It was then a dangerous undertaking to cross the First Impressions of Civilization 287line,but his Christian love prompted him to do it.
He secured a good guide,and found his way in time through the vast wilderness.
As for me,I little dreamed of anything un-usual to happen on my return.As I approached our camp with my game on my shoulder,I had not the slightest premonition that I was suddenly to be hurled from my savage life into a life un-known to me hitherto.
When I appeared in sight my father,who had patiently listened to my uncle's long account of my early life and training,became very much ex-cited.He was eager to embrace the child who,as he had just been informed,made it already the object of his life to avenge his father's blood.
The loving father could not remain in the teepee and watch the boy coming,so he started to meet him.My uncle arose to go with his brother to insure his safety.
My face burned with the unusual excitement caused by the sight of a man wearing the Big Knives'clothing and coming toward me with my uncle.
"What does this mean,uncle?"
"My boy,this is your father,my brother,whom we mourned as dead.He has come for you."My father added:"I am glad that my son is strong and brave.Your brothers have adopted the white man's way;I came for you to learn this new way,too;and I want you to grow up a good man."He had brought me some civilized clothing,At first,I disliked very much to wear garments made by the people I had hated so bitterly.But the thought that,after all,they had not killed my father and brothers,reconciled me,and I put on the clothes.
In a few days we started for the States.I felt as if I were dead and traveling to the Spirit Land;for now all my old ideas were to give place to new ones,and my life was to be entirely different from that of the past.
Still,I was eager to see some of the wonderful inventions of the white people.When we reached Fort Totten,I gazed about me with live-ly interest and a quick imagination.
My father had forgotten to tell me that the fire-boat-walks-on-mountains had its track at James-town,and might appear at any moment.As I was watering the ponies,a peculiar shrilling noise pealed forth from just beyond the hills.
The ponies threw back their heads and listened;then they ran snorting over the prairie.Mean-First Impressions of Civilization 289 while,I too had taken alarm.I leaped on the back of one of the ponies,and dashed off at full speed.It was a clear day;I could not imagine what had caused such an unearthly noise.It seemed as if the world were about to burst in two!
I got upon a hill as the train appeared."O!"I said to myself,"that is the fire-boat-walks-on-mountains that I have heard about!"Then I drove back the ponies.
My father was accustomed every morning to read from his Bible,and sing a stanza of a hymn.
I was about very early with my gun for several mornings;but at last he stopped me as I was preparing to go out,and bade me wait.
I listened with much astonishment.The hymn contained the word Jesus.I did not comprehend what this meant;and my father then told me that Jesus was the Son of God who came on earth to save sinners,and that it was because of him that he had sought me.This conversation made a deep impression upon my mind.
Late in the fall we reached the citizen settle-ment at Flandreau,South Dakota,where my father and some others dwelt among the whites.
Here my wild life came to an end,and my school days began.
