these were a true reflex of the feelings of the day.

I am much indebted to Miss Katherine Palmer, of Plattsburg, for
kindly allowing me to see the unpublished manuscript memoir of
her grandfather, Peter Sailly, who was Collector of the Port of
Plattsburg at the time of the war.

Another purpose in this story was to picture the real Indian with
his message for good or for evil.

Those who know nothing of the race will scoff and say they never
heard of such a thing as a singing and religious red man. Those
who know him well will say, "Yes, but you have given to your
eastern Indian songs and ceremonies which belong to the western
tribes, and which are of different epochs. "To the latter I
reply:

"You know that the western Inidians sang and prayed in this way.
How do you know that the eastern ones did not? We have no
records, except those by critics, savagely hostile, and
contemptuous of all religious observances but their own. The
Ghost Dance Song belonged to a much more recent time, no doubt,
but it was purely Indian, and it is generally admitted that the
races of continental North America were of one stock, and had no
fundamentally different customs or modes of thought."

The Sunrise Song was given me by Frederick R. Burton, author of
"American Primitive Music." It is still in use among the Ojibwa.

The songs of the Wabanaki may be read in C. G. Le- land's "