“‘Talk on,’ I replied; ‘I am here now to listen.’
“‘You said just now, “Notawenan” (Our Father).’
“‘Yes, I did say, “Our Father.”’
“‘That is very new and sweet to us,’ he replied. ‘We never thought of the Great Spirit as Father. We heard Him in the thunder, and saw Him in the lightning and tempest and blizzard, and we were afraid. So, when you tell us of the Great Spirit as Father—that is very beautiful to us.’
“Hesitating a moment, he stood there, a wild, picturesque Indian; yet my heart had strangely gone out in loving interest and sympathy to him. Lifting up his eyes to mine again, he said:
“‘May I say more?’
“‘Yes,’ I answered; ‘say on.’
“‘You say, “Notawenan” (Our Father); He is your Father?’
“‘Yes, He is my Father.’
“Then he said, while his eyes and voice yearned for the answer: