My spirit drooped within his hated walls?
But hark! there is music in my ears--'tis the voice of the sister of my youth--"Come with me my brother, we wait for you in the house of the spirits! we will sit by the banks of a lake more beautiful than that by which we wandered in our childhood; you will roam over the hunting grounds of your forefathers, and there the white man may never come." His eyes are closing fast in death, but his lips murmur--"Wenona! I come! I come!" TONWA-YAH-PE-KIN; THE SPIES.
* * * * * CHAPTER I.
IT was in the spring of 1848, that several Dahcotahs were carefully making their way along the forests near the borders of the Chippeway country.

There had recently been a fight near the spot where they were, and the Dahcotahs were seeking the bodies of their friends who had been slain, that they might take them home to bury them.
They moved noiselessly along, for their enemies were near.

Occasionally, one of them would imitate the cry of a bird or of some animal, so that if the attention of their enemies should be drawn to the spot, the slight noise they made in moving might be attributed to any but the right cause.
They had almost given up the hope of finding their friends, and this was the close of their last day's efforts to that intent.

In the morning they intended to return to their village.
It was a bright clear evening, and the rays of the setting sun fell upon some objects further on.

For a time the Dahcotahs gazed in silence; but no movement gave sign of what it was that excited their curiosity.