One wanders about the earth and requires food; a second watches over the body; the third hovers round its native village, while the fourth goes to the land of spirits.] The maidens clasp their small hands--a vain appeal to the merciless wretches, who see neither beauty nor grace, when rage and revenge are in their hearts.

It is blood they thirst for, and the young and innocent fall like grass before the mower.
Flying Shadow sees her lover! he is advancing towards her! What does his countenance say?
There is sadness in his face, and she hopes--aye, more than hopes--she knows he will save her.

With all a woman's trust she throws herself in his arms.

"Save me! save me!" she cries; "do not let them slay me before your eyes; make me your prisoner! [Footnote: When the Sioux are tired of killing, they sometimes take their victims prisoners, and, generally speaking, treat them with great kindness.] you said that you loved me, spare my life!" Who shall tell his agony?
For a moment he thought he would make her his prisoner.

Another moment's reflection convinced him that that would be of no avail.