“But as he climbed the sun seemed to climb higher and higher.  As he neared the top a cold cloud settled like a night bird on the mountain.  Chilled and faint with hunger and fatigue, Wo struggled on.  Just at sunset he reached the top of the mountain, but it was not the mountain of the sun, for many days’ journey to the west the sun was sinking in the Great Water.

“A bitter cry broke from Wo’s parched lips.  His long trail was useless.  There was no answer to his questions.  The sun journeyed farther and faster than men dreamed, and of wood and waste and water there was no end.  Overcome with misery and weakness, he fell upon a bed of moss with his back toward the sunset and the unknown.

“And Wo slept, although it was unlike any sleep he had ever known before, and as he slept he dreamed.  He was alone upon the mountain waiting for the answer.  A cloud covered the mountain, but all was silent.  A mighty wind rent the cloud and rushed roaring through the crags, but there was no voice in the wind.  Thunder pealed, lightning flashed, but he whom Wo sought was not there.

“In the hush that followed the storm Wo heard a voice low and quiet, but in it all the sounds of earth and sky seemed to mingle—­the song of the bird, the whispering of the trees, and the murmuring of the brook.

“’Wo, I am He whom thou seekest; I am the Great Spirit; I am the All-Father.  Ever since I made man of the dust of the earth and so child of the earth and brother to all living, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, thus making him My son, I have waited for a seeker who should find Me.  In the fullness of time thou hast come, Wo, the questioner, to the Answerer.

“’Thy body is of the earth and to earth returns; thy spirit is Mine; it is given thee for a space to make according to thy will; then it returns to Me better or worse for thy making.

“’Thou hast found Me because thy heart was pure and thy search for Me tireless.  Go back to thy tribe and be to them the voice of the Great Spirit.  From henceforth I will speak to thee and the seekers that come after thee, in a thousand voices and appear in a thousand shapes.  I will speak in the voices of the wood and streams and of those you love.  I will appear to you in the sun by day and the stars by night.  When thy people and Mine are in need and wish for the will of the Great Spirit, then shall My spirit brood over thine and the words that thou shalt speak shall be My words.’

“And Wo awoke, facing the east and the rising sun.  His body was warmed by its rays.  A great gladness filled his soul.  He had sought and found, and prayer came to him like the song to the bird: 

“’O Great Spirit, Father of my spirit, the sun is Thy messenger, but Thou art brighter than the sun.  Drive Thou the darkness before me.  Be Thou the light of my spirit.’

“As Wo went down the mountain and took the journey back to the home of his people his face shone, and the light never seemed to leave it, so that men called him ‘He of the shining face.’