tribe, grew up among them, and escaped to the Shawnees and was the companion of Tecumseh at the time of the treaty with General Harrison; that he fought in the battle of Tippecanoe, and finally died by the side of the great chief in the battle of the Thames. Thus endeth the legend. It is known to all the tribes. It is a standard in Indian folk-lore. The Shawnees believed there was an enchantment about this place, and their maidens thought it a priceless privilege to make a pilgrimage to the grave of the virtuous and heroic Lena.

"It is past noon and we have not eaten," said father.

The place seemed to me too sacred for hunger, and I went out to the summit to see if the horses were in sight, and when I returned he had unrolled the delicate lunch mother had prepared for us. We minced at it. Father had been so wrought upon by his own story that he had no desire for food, and he then laughed at it. We talked another hour of the Indians. I dug into the tent-mound-found other trinkets of beads and carved shells and arrow-headsplaced the find in the packsaddle-then we caught the horses and rode back over the prairie, where we found the cattle ready filled for the kraal. We reached home an hour after night

fall, and a queenly woman gave her husband and son a royal welcome.

My thoughts and feelings about the Indians were largely shaped by this legend and the Life of Daniel Boone. Neither of them is quite true to life. One overdraws the picture, and the other does not do the Indian justice.

"A worm! A god!-I tremble at myself,
And in myself am lost. At home, a stranger,
Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast,
And wondering at her own. How reason reels!
O, what a miracle to man is man!

Triumphantly distressed! What joy! What dread!
Alternately transported and alarmed!

What can preserve my life? or what destroy?
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave;
Legions of angels can't confine me there."

-YOUNG.

P to this time, along these pages, I have been

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trying to present dispassionately some of the very common yet very natural forces that influence child-life. I have not been in search of the vicious and the good; but of the good, bad, and indifferent. I have purposed to make record of some things which have never yet given any moral account of themselves, and

with the feeling, all along, that just such things as these will appear finally to have great significance in the character. I do not believe that the smallest events in the life of the commonest child are simply facts and nothing more; that they are simply bones without life. Whatever touches a child, touches a life; and to touch a life without influence, is an impossibility. It were an interesting study at least to inquire into the action and reaction of the nonethical forces. In the scale of all the influences it is not utterly futile to ask where these little things belong. There may be a large philosophy in a lot of small things.

To trace the laws of the moral nature and the hand of Providence through one's own dawning intelligence, is a difficult introspective work; but it is not egotism. I have spoken in my own name and authority. I have used the first person, singular number, the more freely because I knew that I was not to record remarkable, but natural things. If anything profitable or edifying shall come out of my childhood annals, the world need never lack for literary material. We know only the surface lives of one another. The real history of the commonest human life would be a remarkable thing. Mortals are not possessed of the data for such a work. An auto

biography, even, could not be a work of that nature, because the human spirit has not sufficient knowledge of the springs of its own activities. Others do not know us as we know ourselves; and we do not know ourselves as we are, or as God knows us. It has not been my purpose thus far to designate a product, but to point out streams of influence; and to do this without the least intimation that I believe myself now only the composite shape into which I have been squeezed by these streams of influence. An event may have influence without having the mastery. The first condition might be healthful, and the last destructive. The sovereignty is within. The human spirit must be distinguished for evermore from all purely natural things, for at bottom it is a great solitary. To be a man is to be distinguished from nature; to be an individual is to be distinguished from one's fellows. The man who has been built into the mass, like bricks into the building, stands or falls with the mass. The man who has been built alone can stand alone. These are the Daniels and Nehemiahs. They are like Moses and John the Baptist. They are the Alexanders and the Cæsars and the Hannibals. They are the incarnations who have kept themselves from absorption. The essential thing in this world is