A Chippeway could not long find a home among the Dahcotahs.
The Track-maker bitterly regretted that they had ever met, when he saw her grief at the prospect of parting.

"Let us go," he said, "to the Falls, where I will tell you the story you asked me." The Track-maker entered the canoe first, and the girl followed; and so pleasant was the task of paddling her lover over the quiet waters, that it seemed but a moment before they were in sight of the torrent.
"It was there," said the Sioux, "that Wenona and her child found their graves.

Her husband, accompanied by some other Dahcotahs, had gone some distance above the falls to hunt.

While there, he fell in love with a young girl whom he thought more beautiful than his wife.

Wenona knew that she must no longer hope to be loved as she had been.
"The Dahcotahs killed much game, and then broke up their camp and started for their homes.