THIS simple story of ten years, eight months and three days of the best part of my life was written at random during exhaustive activities in tent, tepee and lodge and condensed later to leave out all that was hardest and most disagreeable.
I am indebted to Miss Harriet C. Rychen of Wyoming, Ohio, and Mrs. Phebe Sawyer of Spokane, Wash., for favors received during the writing periods, to my brother for valuable assistance rendered through the building operations and to the constituency of the Women's American Baptist Home Mission Society, without whose loyal and spiritual support the work at Saddle Mountain could never have been undertaken.
Splendid helpers, a cast-iron constitution, Scotch determination, Irish nonsense, the Divine call and the power of the Holy Spirit, are the elements that made for success. Had any one of them been lacking the results could not have been the same.
The aim of the book is to contradict the statement that "the only good Indian is a dead one."