Some of the surrounding warriors explained to the old chief, that the captive was a Pawnee-Loup.
"My son opened his eyes on the 'waters of the wolves,'" said Le Balafre, in the language of that nation, "but he will shut them in the bend of the 'river with a troubled stream.' He was born a Pawnee, but he will die a Dahcotah.

Look at me.

I am a sycamore, that once covered many with my shadow.

The leaves are fallen, and the branches begin to drop.

But a single sucker is springing from my roots; it is a little vine, and it winds itself about a tree that is green.