I had no difficulty in finding my way, for there was a road through this country.

It seemed as if there must have been many travellers there, though I saw no one.
"This great road was made by the spirits of those who were killed in battle.

No warrior, however brave he may have been, has ever assisted in making this road, except those who sang their death songs under the tomahawk of their enemies.

Neither did any woman ever assist.

She is not considered worthy to touch the war implements of a Dahcotah warrior, and she was not permitted to do anything towards completing the path in which the braves of the Dahcotahs would walk, when they joined their forefathers in the land of spirits.
"As I pursued my journey, I saw near the banks of the river a teepee; I entered it, and saw paint and all that a warrior needed to dress himself in order to be fit to enter the city of spirits.