He points to the bluff, and as the shades of evening are throwing dimness and a mystery around the beauty of the lake, and of the mountains, he fancies he can see the arms of the girl as she tosses them wildly in the air.
Some have averred they heard her voice as she called to the spirits of the rock, and ever will the traveller, as he passes the bluff, admire the wondrous beauty of the picture, and remember the story of the lover's leap.
There is a tradition among the Dahcotahs which fixes a date to the incident, as well as to the death of the rival lovers of Wenona.
They say that it occurred about the time stated, and that the band of Indians went and obtained the porcupines, and then they returned and settled on the St.Croix river.
Shortly after the tragical death of Wenona, the band went again down the Mississippi, and they camped at what they call the medicine wood.

Here a child died, and the body was laid on a scaffold.

The father in the middle of the night went out to mourn for his child.

While he leant against the scaffold weeping, he saw a man watching him.

The stranger did not appear to be a Dahcotah, and the mourner was alarmed, and returned to the camp.