My Bible class now numbers ten; six of them are candidates for church
membership. One of them spoke very nicely at our last prayer meeting.
Among other things he said: "No man can kill God's Word. It will live
and his church will grow. We have tried to kill it in this village, but
look at it now. It has taken hold of us, and we who have fought against
it are now its followers. No man can kill God, because he alone is the
creator of life, and it is only foolish to try to stand upon his word
and keep it down. The Indian customs fall before the Word of God
wherever the Bible has gone. My friends, stop fighting against God,
believe on him and rejoice." This is Wakutemani (Walking Hunter) whom I
named Huntington Wolcott for Mr. Wolcott of Boston. Because he said he
wanted a long name and the name of a good man, I combined the two. He is
now ambitious to become a teacher. He will be ready for an out-station
whenever you are able to build one. He says they have already asked him
to come up on Oak Creek to teach them, and I gave him a Bible and hymn
books and primer, and he goes about reading and singing and praying for
Christ. May he be indeed the Walking Hunter, going about seeking souls.
God be with him to the end.

Nearly all of our Indians signed the bill to open the reservation. John
Grass took the lead. He is a very wise man, and a good one for an Indian
who represents the wild Indians. I attended all the sessions of the
Council except the last. I see by the papers that a Roman Catholic
priest on this Agency says he touched the pen first, and that caused all
the Indians to sign. Grass says he wants me to dispute that, that he
refused to sign last year because he did not like the bill. This year,
the Commissioners were men of brains and the bill was a better one, and
was so explained that the Indians understood it, and that they of their
own accord thought the best thing they could do was to sign it, that the
said priest had no power or influence over them whatever. He said, "Tell