In the soul of Standing Bear, the "new day" was breaking. And the highly intelligent Indian, the farmer and the cattle raiser of the Pine Ridge, may some day know that the destruction of the serpents in White river, started the new thought, which, when the fires of the fourteen years of war burned out, left his race a new people, and his tribe with new ideals, and a destiny in common with the progress of the years.

There was another Indian born in the years too soon. That little brown maiden who in the early years dabbled her feet in the cool waters of Spotted Tail springs, and played in the nearby sands ; who looked up roguishly at the first white men. and who wiggled her shapely toes under the edge of her brightly colored calico gown, when white folks stopped to look at her.

Ah-ho-ap-pa (White Flower), the daughter of the chief Spotted Tail, in her first vision of budding womanhood, wanted to marry a particular white man, and finding this was impossible she was content to be nearby. Then she wanted her people to settle down, and live in houses like white people. She did not want them to be at war with the white race, and through all the years of the last great conflagration she suffered, and plead for the cause of peace.

To cure her infatuation for an officer at Fort Laramie, Spotted Tail took her over to the far Powder river. Here she pined away and died, the doctors said of tuberculosis, but the soul of White Flower has never died. "The dawn" for the new Indian race was breaking. and had she lived, she could have seen her daughters graduating at Carlisle, and teaching the younger Indians on (he Pine Ridge hills.