New Walks in Old Ways 



companions of this camp have always 

 declared that nothing, absolutely noth- 

 ing, was seen or heard that even 

 hinted of Indian spirits through all 

 that livelong night, but I know better. 

 It was somewhere in the early morn- 

 ing hours when I suddenly realized 

 that something big was brewing in the 

 gloom. I found myself sitting up- 

 right, gazing intently into space. The 

 embers all were ashes now, and the one 

 thing that fixed and held my thoughts 

 was the brightest, biggest star I had 

 ever seen, shining like some great head- 

 light low in the eastern sky. There 

 was just a suspicion of the coming dawn 

 in a faint gray tint below the glowing 

 planet. Its radiation was sufficient to 

 cast a wavering glow upon the river, 

 fields and in the woodland spaces. 

 And then, strangest of all strange 

 things that ever came to me in all my 

 life; believe or disbelieve all ye who 

 listen to my camp-fire tale, as you may 

 please, I swear to you that there before 

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