CHAPTER ONE. Seneca Sodi’s First Visit.
It was the first day of June and the sun had set. The toil of the day was over. I had my studio thoroughly lighted and In the cleanest and best condition I could make It. I had provided pencils, paper, pens and ink, and was nervously waiting for my silken …
CHAPTER ONE. Seneca Sodi’s First Visit.
It was the first day of June and the sun had set. The toil of the day was over. I had my studio thoroughly lighted and In the cleanest and best condition I could make It. I had provided pencils, paper, pens and ink, and was nervously waiting for my silken bearded friend. I felt a keen sense of uneasiness, not knowing the full nature of his mission or what all it might embrace. I knelt and most solemnly prayed that the Almighty Father might be my helpe