The Indian woke up and called all the wise men together.
Then he told them his dream.
The wise men said, "Let her choose what shape she will take. She may live in the top of a tree, or she may live in a flower, or she may live where she will."
Every night the star came down a little lower in the sky, and stood over the valley where the Indians lived, and made it very bright.
Then one night it fell down upon the side of the mountain and became a white rose.
But it was lonely on the mountain. The rose could see the Indians, but it could not hear them talk. So one day it left the mountain and came down into the plain and became a great white prairie flower.
Here it lived for a time. But the buffaloes and the other wild beasts of the prairie ran all around it and over it, and it was afraid.
One night the Indians saw a star go up from the prairie.
They knew that it was the prairie flower and they thought that it was going back into the sky.
But it floated toward them until it came over the lake that lay just beside them.