Here in the cloudless Northern summer the Beaverfoot range lies out in the blue Brooding and silent, o'er each new-comer its old enchantments are cast anew. He sees in the great plain far below him lake and river in silver lie, The winds from the valley lift to blow him chants of the ages passing by. Voices mysterious wild and haunting speak today as they spoke of old, To the humble in heart and the mind unvaunting is the mes- sage brought and the secret told. The Indian lad through lonely hours here watched and fasted to prove his worth, Till there appeared to his quickened powers one of the guides of the tribes of earth. Well he knew that the lower creatures who walk or swim or voyage the air, Whatever their likeness of form or features, gull, crow, caribou, seal or bear, After their kind have each its Master, its guiding Spirit, its tribal Soul, To save from panic and self-disaster, to temper with reason and self-control. Who drills the ducks in late September, in floating line or on whistling wing? Who bids the slumbering bear remember? Who guides the run of the salmon in spring? Who teaches the hawk the wondrous curving that build his spirals against the sun? Who steers the flock of sea-snipe swerving to dart and dip and flash as one? Who but a great and brooding being, taking at will the image of man, Endowed with memory and foreseeing, the Thought of God for his feckless clan! The youth has climbed to his lonely station, the rite is per- formed, the vigil set, The solemn hours of expectation pass,--never one that he will forget. The sun is gone, and the gold-tipped ranges are turned to mauve and purple and blue. The dusk comes on, and twilight changes to silence and stars. The word comes through. He sees in the dark between the boulders wondering eyes that glow and stare, The great horned heads and thrusting shoulders of a herd of moose that are watching there. Then a luminous Presence tall and splendid, in freedom of beauty and strength of days, Took form and spoke,--as doubt was ended,--searching the lad with level gaze: "Fear not, my son, what lies before thee. I bring thee word from the moose thy kin. The door of their lodge is open for thee; be of good heart and enter in. "From near and far they are come to know thee,--the mightiest bulls of many a herd,-- To witness the Manitou's truce and show thee they too are bound by the uttered word. "To these in loyalty and compassion shall thy protection and love be shown, And they in their simple strength and fashion shall return thee caring like thine own. "Little have they of understanding, being but folk of the Dawn- ing Mind, Yet to the Will of the All-commanding in goodness of heart they are not blind. "Toward them thou shalt brook no hurt nor treason; they are thy brothers from this day forth. With them thou shalt share the Lesser Reason and be given the Knowledge of all the North. "I will be with thee in all thy goings, waking and sleeping by day or night, With the rain on its march and the wind in its blowings. Thy kinsman the moose will lend thee might. "Thou shalt have eyes where others see not, a heart for the trail where others faint. Ill-willed nor wanton thou shalt be not, keeping thy senses clean of taint. "In thine hour of peril when none is near thee, when evil threatens and help is far, Call on thy brothers and they shall hear thee and aid on the instant wherever they are. "The Darkness has lightened. The Silence has spoken. Go, and forget not and be strong." The vision faded, the spell was broken. And the youth who had pondered long and long Arose and went down where the valley waited and the thin blue morning smoke upcurled From the silent lodges, with heart elated; a splendor lay over all his world.