I sat down and plaited my hair, I put vermilion on my cheeks, and arranged the war-eagle feathers in my head.

Here, I said to myself, did my father rest when he was on the same journey.

I was tired, but I could not wait--I longed to see my friends who had travelled this path before me--I longed to tell them that the Dahcotahs were true to the customs of their forefathers--I longed to tell them that we had drunk deep of the blood of the Chippeways, that we had eaten the hearts of our enemies, that we had torn their infants from their mothers' breasts, and dashed them to the earth.
"I continued my journey, looking eagerly around me to see some one, but all was desolate; and beautiful as everything was, I would have been glad to have seen the face of a friend.
"It was evening when a large city burst upon my sight.

The houses were built regularly on the shores of the river.

As far as I could see, the homes of the spirits of my forefathers were in view.
"But still I saw no one.