There lay the warriors, who, brave as Hole-in-the-Day, had laid aside their weapons, and reposed on the faith of their enemies, their strong limbs powerless, their faces turned towards the light, which fell upon their glassy eyes.

See the mother, as she bends over the bodies of her innocent children!--her boy, who walked so proudly, and said he would kill deer for his mother; her infant, whose life had been taken, as it were, from her very heart.

She strains them to her bosom, but the head leans not towards her, and the arms are stiff in death.
Red Face has asked for his young wife.

She is alive, but, far worse than death, she is a prisoner to the Chippeways.

His children are dead before his eyes, and their mother, always obedient and attentive, does not hear him when he speaks to her.