218 MAJOR JOHN F. LACEY 



valley. Other voices had been stilled but the brook was 

 still alive, and spoke the language of the past. 



The Indians gathered in the old plaza and danced for 

 us. They performed the dog dance, the basket dance, the 

 eagle dance, and the rain dance. These dances were not 

 what they were in the old time when feathered heads and 

 gaudy trappings made the motions as brilliant as they 

 were graceful. But they sang their weird chant, as of 

 old, when they gave their imitations of the dogs and the 

 eagles, and weaved in and out as they imitated the mak- 

 ing of the basket. The rain dance ended the perform- 

 ance and sure enough the rain fell before morning. 



Frank Springer, the naturalist and geologist, and one 

 of the country's greatest lawyers, was roughing it with 

 the school. Mr. Springer is perhaps the greatest author- 

 ity on crinoids. Not long ago he was in the British 

 Museum and asked to see the crinoid collection. He was 

 told that he could not do so, as the collections were scat- 

 tered in heaps, in progress of reclassification, and that 

 no one could see them. 



He asked what classification they were using, and was 

 then told that they were to be "according to Springer." 



He told them he was the same Springer and soon was 

 with his favorite crinoids. 



Dr. Lummis, always picturesque and interesting, was 

 laboring under blindness, which we all hoped was tem- 

 porary. Led about by his little flaxen-haired son, Quimu, 

 he was one of the happiest of the party, and his guitar 

 and songs enlivened the evening campfire. 



And what shall I say of Dr. Hewett? He was the life 

 of the school which was his creation. He was charac- 

 terized as a North Carolina judge once was, as "per- 

 petual motion at maximum velocity." He is full of 

 "contagious activity": he kept things always moving. 



