midday
Then came dextrous displays in the dances of our forbears , who followed the fiddle to the Fox-chase Inn or Garden of Gray 's Ferry . There were French Fours , Copenhagen jigs , Virginia reels , -- spirited figures blithely stepped . And the grave-faced , square-jawed Elders seemed as eager as the unthinking youths and maidens to throw off for the moment the burden of their cares . From midday until the April sun dipped below the sharp skyline of the Omaha hills , the modest revel endured . Then silence was called by a grim-faced , hard-voiced Elder , who announced : `` The Lute of the Holy Ghost will now say a word of farewell from our pioneers to those who must stay behind . '' He stood before them erect , brave , confident ; and the fire of his faith warmed his voice into their hearts . `` Children of Israel , we are going into the wilderness to lay the foundations of a temple to the most high God , so that when his Son , our elder Brother , shall come on earth again , He may have a place where He can lay His head and spend , not only a night or a day , but rest until He can say , ` I am satisfied ! '