The Great Spirit say that is right, I guess so." "He means that it is nature," said Wabi.
For an hour after the others had wrapped themselves in their blankets Rod sat alone beside the fire, listening, and thinking.

And after that he went to the edge of the plateau, and watched the great spring moon as it floated slowly over the vast, still wilderness.

How wonderful these solitudes were, how little the teeming millions of civilization knew about them! Somehow, in those moments, as he watched the shivering Northern Lights playing far beyond the farthest footstep of man, there came to Roderick Drew the thought that God must be nearer to earth here than anywhere else in the world.

For the first time his soul was filled with something that was almost love for the red man's Great Spirit.

And why not?
For was not that Great Spirit his own God?
Sad, lonely, silent, mysterious, a whole world lay before him, a world that was the Indian Bible, that contained for the red man of the North the teachings and the voice of the Creator of all things.