termination. Names of any dignity or importance must be conferred
by the old men, and especially so if they have any spiritual
significance; as Sacred Cloud, Mysterious Night, Spirit Woman, and
the like. Such a name was sometimes borne by three generations,
but each individual must prove that he is worthy of it.

In the life of the Indian there was only one inevitable
duty,--the duty of prayer--the daily recognition of the Unseen and
Eternal. His daily devotions were more necessary to him than daily
food. He wakes at daybreak, puts on his moccasins and steps down
to the water's edge. Here he throws handfuls of clear, cold water
into his face, or plunges in bodily. After the bath, he stands
erect before the advancing dawn, facing the sun as it dances upon
the horizon, and offers his unspoken orison. His mate may precede
or follow him in his devotions, but never accompanies him.
Each soul must meet the morning sun, the new, sweet earth, and the
Great Silence alone!

Whenever, in the course of the daily hunt, the red hunter
comes upon a scene that is strikingly beautiful or sublime--a black
thundercloud with the rainbow's glowing arch above the mountain; a
white waterfall in the heart of a green gorge; a vast prairie
tinged with the blood-red of sunset--he pauses for an instant in
the attitude of worship. He sees no need for setting apart one day
in seven as a holy day, since to him all days are God's.

Every act of his life is, in a very real sense, a religious
act. He recognizes the spirit in all creation, and believes that
he draws from it spiritual power. His respect for the immortal
part of the animal, his brother, often leads him so far as to lay