the white men's cheeks grew red. Perspiration burst from every pore. The robes slipped off, but the solicitous Indians kept putting them back. General Clark then arose and spoke to the kind-hearted Flatheads of a great people toward the rising sun. "They worship the Great Spirit," he said. "He has made them strong and brave and rich."
"Does he give them wigwams and much buffalo?" asked the Flatheads.
"Yes," answered the general.
Lewis and Clark smoked the pipe of friendship and passed on. The Nez Percé Flatheads talked around their fires. A Hudson's Bay trader came.
"Do you know about the Great Spirit? "inquired the childlike Flatheads.
"Yes; you can learn about him at our school at Red River."
The chief sent three sons to the distant Red River. When they returned they taught their people a rudimentary form of worship.
A great religious movement passed among the Nez Perce Flatheads and on up into the Shushwap country on the Fraser. Old traders record it in their memoirs. By and by an American trapper came.
"Do you know about the Great Spirit?" still inquired the childlike Flatheads.
"Yes," answered the trapper, "there is a book that tells about him."
"Where can we find the book?" insisted the Flatheads.
"Oh, away off in a distant city where the traders go."
The Indians held a council and decided to send for the white man's wonderful book.
