Cameron needed no interpreter.

He knew the singer was telling the pathetic story of the passing of the day of the Indian's glory and the advent of the day of his humiliation.

With sharp rising inflections, with staccato phrasing and with fierce passionate intonation, the Sioux wrung the hearts of his hearers.

Again Cameron glanced at the half-breed at his side and again he was startled to note the transformation in his face.

Where there had been glowing pride there was now bitter savage hate.