Towards evening he came up with her, but she did not seem glad to see him.

He asked her why she left him; she replied, "I want to live with my own people." "Well," said the Dahcotah, "I will go with you." The woman consented, though it was plain she did not want him; for she hated her Dahcotah child, and would not look at him.
After travelling a few days, they approached a grove of trees, which grew in a large circle.

"Do you see that nest of trees ?" said the woman.
"There is the great village of the bears.

There are many young men there that loved me, and they will hate you because I preferred you to them.
Take your boy, then, and return to your people." But the Dahcotah feared not, and they approached the village of the bears.
There was a great commotion among the bears as they discovered them.
They were glad to see the young bear-woman back again, but they hated the Dahcotah, and determined on his death.

However, they received him hospitably, conducted him and his wife to a large lodge, gave them food, and the tired travellers were soon asleep.
But the Dahcotah soon perceived he was among enemies, and he kept a careful look out upon them.