But the eye of Hard-Heart was fastened on the distance, and his whole air was that of one whose thoughts were entirely removed from the present scene.
"The Siouxes are in council on my brother," the trapper at length observed, when he found he could only attract the other's attention by speaking.
The young partisan turned his head with a calm smile as he answered "They are counting the scalps over the lodge of Hard-Heart!" "No doubt, no doubt; their tempers begin to mount, as they remember the number of Tetons you have struck, and better would it be for you now, had more of your days been spent in chasing the deer, and fewer on the war-path.

Then some childless mother of this tribe might take you in the place of her lost son, and your time would be filled in peace." "Does my father think that a warrior can ever die?
The Master of Life does not open his hand to take away his gifts again.

When He wants His young men He calls them, and they go.

But the Red-skin He has once breathed on lives for ever." "Ay, this is a more comfortable and a more humble faith than that which yonder heartless Teton harbours.

There is something in these Loups which opens my inmost heart to them; they seem to have the courage, ay, and the honesty, too, of the Delawares of the hills.