Does my son expect to do as much ?" "The Tetons are counting the scalps on my lodge!" returned the young chief, with a smile whose melancholy was singularly illuminated by a gleam of triumph.
"And they find them many.

Too many for the safety of its owner, while he is in their revengeful hands.

My son is not a woman, and he looks on the path he is about to travel with a steady eye.

Has he nothing to whisper in the ears of his people, before he starts?
These legs are old, but they may yet carry me to the forks of the Loup river." "Tell them that Hard-Heart has tied a knot in his wampum for every Teton," burst from the lips of the captive, with that vehemence with which sudden passion is known to break through the barriers of artificial restraint "if he meets one of them all, in the prairies of the Master of Life, his heart will become Sioux!" "Ah that feeling would be a dangerous companion for a man with white gifts to start with on so solemn a journey," muttered the old man in English.

"This is not what the good Moravians said to the councils of the Delawares, nor what is so often preached, to the White-skins in the settlements, though, to the shame of the colour be it said, it is so little heeded.