But the heart of the old man had been too sensibly touched, through long dormant but still living recollections, to break off the communication so rudely.

He pondered for a minute, and then bending his look wistfully on his young associate, again continued-- "Each warrior must be judged by his gifts.

I have told my son what I cannot, but let him open his ears to what I can do.

An elk shall not measure the prairie much swifter than these old legs, if the Pawnee will give me a message that a white man may bear." "Let the Pale-face listen," returned the other, after hesitating a single instant longer, under a lingering sensation of his former disappointment.

"He will stay here till the Siouxes have done counting the scalps of their dead warriors.