New Walks in Old Ways 



and familiar human voices fell again 

 upon my ears. The morning sun was 

 shining squarely in my sleepy eyes, 

 and my companions of the camp were 

 getting breakfast. That was all. I 

 was awake. 



As we passed the cornfield going 

 home, I saw and understood. The 

 Princess Green-and-Gold stood with 

 her feet deep in the rich soft earth, and 

 her arms were filled with plenty. At 

 first a blessing to the Indian race, sav- 

 ing the villages through many a hard 

 and cruel winter from the wolves of 

 famine, the desire of white men to pos- 

 sess the rich lands over which she ruled 

 became a primal factor in the final evic- 

 tion of the savage tribes, and with them 

 passed the myriad other creatures of 

 the wild that came in dreams that 

 Indian summer night to our little camp- 

 fire in the woods, as I have told you. 



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