He was then the last; now, he is the first.
What Dahcotah dare say he will go before Mahtoree into the hunting grounds of the Pawnees?
The chiefs met him at their doors, and they said, My son is without a home.

They gave him their lodges, they gave him their riches, and they gave him their daughters.

Then Mahtoree became a chief, as his fathers had been.

He struck the warriors of all the nations, and he could have chosen wives from the Pawnees, the Omawhaws, and the Konzas; but he looked at the hunting grounds, and not at his village.

He thought a horse was pleasanter than a Dahcotah girl.
But he found a flower on the prairies, and he plucked it, and brought it into his lodge.