this Service, now brother If you had time to go with me over this coming Sunday, you would come to my place in the first car that comes out in the morning, and we would start out from my place with a hack drive over there and back in the evening. I am yours very Truly Brother LOUIS MANN. * * * * * [Illustration: =HUM ISHUMA--"Morning Dove" of the Okanogans= Author of COGEWEA, an Unpublished Manuscript Romance of the Great Montana Cattle Range Photo and Copyright by J. W. Langdon, 1915] * * * * * =Howlin' Wolf=: "What is this 'Lo Business' engaged in by Recbe-Brown of the Forked Tongue? he whose 'medicine' started with a sudden blaze; he who can rob the 'Nation's Wards' without hindrance; he who takes from the widow and orphan their last wampum bead, their last bite of grub; he who clouds the head of the Injun with fire water and then steals his only blanket and shirt, leaving him naked before his tribe. "Who is this Miller of the Wampum Lodge? this Miller who grinds the ignorant Injun instead of grain for bread; he who once tallied at the Agency but now counts wampum for a Banker of his own kind. "Who is this Ain't Worthy, the Oily? he who sells his chu-chu wagon, Double Price to the foolish Yakimas. Who are these men without shame or honor?" * * * * * =Growlin' Bear=: "This Lo(est) Business engaged in by he of the Forked Tongue and he of the Wampum Lodge, is cheatin' the Injun, stealin' his land and water. They are the =Lal-a-wish=: the wolves tearin' and rendin', robbin' and thievin' despoilin' unhindered alike the ignorant, drunken brave and the toil-worn widow, takin' the last piece of jerk from the orphaned papoose. Want and misery! hunger and nakedness stalks the trail of their making. "Ain't-Worth-a-Dam, the Oily, is a coyote from the trap-pen sneakin' in the wake of Forked Tongue and Grindin' Miller, watchin' their signalin' to jump the last bone left their victim Lo. "How this done? Growlin' Bear don't know; Injun don't know. Maybe Injun Bureau know, Maybe Agency know! Maybe Deacon Lawyer the Dirty of Yakima can tell. Blind talk-wire from Washington, D. C.--Yakima--Toppenish--everywhere. =Christian Shooyahpo= too crooked-smart for Pagan Injun. Ugh! the smell is bad." * * * * *