“But you know—you feel—that he isn’t your father?”
For a few seconds she was silent. Then she said:
“The tribe believes he is my father—that I am a gift from the Great Spirit. Crane Bill, my old nurse, told me one time that Tenskwatawa found me in the forest, where the Great Spirit had placed me. That is all I know.”
“Have you never questioned Tenskwatawa?”
“I have.”
“What did he say?”
“He said that what the tribe believes is true—and would say no more.”
“And Bradford?”
“He patted my cheek and told me to be patient—that one day I should know all.”