Shah-co-pee has looked rather grave lately.

There is trouble in the wigwam.
The old chief is the husband of three wives, and they and their children are always fighting.

The first wife is old as the hills, wrinkled and haggard; the chief cares no more for her than he does for the stick of wood she is chopping.

She quarrels with everybody but him, and this prevents her from being quite forgotten.
The day of the second wife is past too, it is of no use for I her to plait her hair and put on her ornaments; for the old chief's heart is wrapped up in his third wife.
The girl did not love him, how could she?
and he did not succeed in talking her into the match; but he induced the parents to sell her to him, and the young wife went weeping to the teepee of the chief.
Hers was a sad fate.

She hated her husband as much as he loved her.