The Last of the Chiefs

Book Excerpt: one." Bright Sun smiled, and sat down on the ground near them. It seemed to the boy, a keen observer of his kind, that he wished to talk. Dick was willing. "Do you know," asked Bright Sun, "that reports of gold in the region to the north, called by you the Black Hills, have come to us?" "I heard some one speak of it two or three days ago," replied Dick, "but I paid no attention to it." Bright Sun looked thoughtfully into the fire, the glow of which fell full upon his...
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Book Excerpt: one." Bright Sun smiled, and sat down on the ground near them. It seemed to the boy, a keen observer of his kind, that he wished to talk. Dick was willing. "Do you know," asked Bright Sun, "that reports of gold in the region to the north, called by you the Black Hills, have come to us?" "I heard some one speak of it two or three days ago," replied Dick, "but I paid no attention to it." Bright Sun looked thoughtfully into the fire, the glow of which fell full upon his face, revealing every feature like carving. His nose was hooked slightly, and to Dick it now looked like the beak of an eagle. The somber eyes, too, expressed brooding and mastery alike. Despite himself, Dick felt again that he was in the presence of power, and he was oppressed by a sense of foreboding. "It was worth attention," said Bright Sun in the slow, precise tones of one who speaks a language not his own, but who speaks it perfectly. "The white man's gold is calling to him loudly. It calls all thr Read More