I have done nothing for thee.  Keep some work up there for me.  I want to help you.”  Then he said:  “Tell Winona to be brave; tell her to have a strong will; tell her to seek out the lost; some will believe and be saved.  Tell her to continue to work for the people.”  I asked, “Are you afraid now, when you are so near the water?” “No,” he replied, “I am in a hurry to go home.”  To his father he said:  “God will send you a comforter.  I will help prepare a home for you, and my mother and sister and brother.  I shall wait for you.”

His father, Little-Eagle, seems inspired.  New Year’s Day he stood up before some Teton Indians and said:  “I am one of you.  You all know me.  You all see me.  You see the same body that has been on the war-path with you many times; the same body that has been rigged out in paint and feathers and rattlers, and has danced with you in the dance.  The body is the same, but that is all.  The part of me that your eyes cannot see is not the same.  I am not the same.  I think differently; I feel differently; I plan differently.  I like different things; I am a new man.  My heart is made clean in Christ.  When I first tried to follow Christ, I was satisfied.  I tried to do right and I thought God would own me.  When my boy died he said:  ’Tell the people that God has said, “Thou shalt have no God but me.  Thou shalt not kill.  Thou shalt not steal.  Thou shalt not commit adultery.  Remember the Sabbath to keep it holy."’ Then my heart was heavy.  All day and night I sat mute.  I said:  ’I have done all these things and my boy never did any of them.  He will be saved and I shall be lost.’  I went to Winona and told her.  She told me:  ’My friend, if we never had sinned, Christ would not have died.  Because you sinned and broke God’s laws, Christ died for you.  His death makes you his.’  Then light came.  Yes, I am a sinner, just like the rest of you.  We have all done the same things.  Now I stand here acquitted.  Come to Christ.  Come to God.  You seek after food for the body; that is all your thought.  I sought God, and when I sowed my seed in the spring, I prayed to God and attended to my soul, and God has taken care of my body.  I wished, and he made my field flourish when all yours dried up in the sun.  If you will seek God he will take care of your bodies.  Trust in the Lord.  Put away heathen dances and plays.  Be not like children; be men and women and God will feed you.”

These were his words.  He spoke the truth, for he is the only Indian who had an abundant crop.

Little Eagle cannot speak an English word.  His son Harry who died could read English a little.  He learned at Santee.  But his knowledge of the Bible, and his Bible-reading to the people and his work for Christ, were in his own tongue.  It was the truth in his own tongue that saved Little Eagle. Shall we not, then, teach the children Christian truths in their own language?

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