. Deerfoot in the mountains . d not forget that he had been oneof their greatest war chiefs. Our lodge was notfashioned like the others. One side was the faceof a large rock, against which we always kindledthe fire. At each of the opposite two cornerswas a strong post. These were connected at thetops by a horizontal beam and from each postwas stretched another beam, whose farther endrested on the rock. This and the three beamsgave support for the framework of the roof,which was made of the boughs of trees. Thesides and walls were of thick bark lined withbuffalo robes. This made the square room
. Deerfoot in the mountains . d not forget that he had been oneof their greatest war chiefs. Our lodge was notfashioned like the others. One side was the faceof a large rock, against which we always kindledthe fire. At each of the opposite two cornerswas a strong post. These were connected at thetops by a horizontal beam and from each postwas stretched another beam, whose farther endrested on the rock. This and the three beamsgave support for the framework of the roof,which was made of the boughs of trees. Thesides and walls were of thick bark lined withbuffalo robes. This made the square roombelow free of all supports or posts. My bed offurs was at one side and that of my father oppo-site. An opening in the roof, where it joined therock and exactly over the fire, gave an outlet forthe smoke. ^ ^ One calm, cold night in autumn, after I hadpiled a deal of wood on the blaze and seen thatmy father was warmly wrapped in furs andsleeping comfortably, I lay down and fell asleepalmost at once. It could not have been long. It was Deerfoot, the Shawanoe. RETROSPECT. 361 afterward that I was awakened by the sound ofpeople talking together. At first I thought theywere outside the lodge, but the fire was burningso bright that it was like noonday within and Isaw that the two persons who were conversingwere standing only a few paces from me. *One was Chief Taggarak, my father. Hisface was turned partly away and toward me andthere could be no mistake as to him. The other ^sback and one shoulder hid his features, butsomething familiar in his appearance and thesound of his voice struck me. Wliile I was look-ing and listening he shifted his position and Isaw his face. ^It tvas Deer foot the Shaivanoe! * No one who had ever seen that Indian youthcould possibly make an error. I never lookedupon such comely features or such a gracefulform, nor did I ever listen to so musical a a person in a dream, I felt no sj^ecial sur-prise at seeing before me a person who had diedyears bef
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