I have heard the venerable and impassioned orator on the camp meeting stand rehearse the story of the crucifixion, and seen the thousands there weep in contemplation of the story of divine suffering...but the scene was not one whit more dramatic than I have witnessed in the evergreen forest of the Rocky Mountains, where a tribe was gathered under the great pines, and the temple of light from the blazing fire was walled by the darkness of midnight, and in the mist of the temple stood the wise old man telling, in simple savage language, the story of Ta-wats wen he conquered the sun and established the seasons and the days.