The remains of the feast are scattered on the ground; the pipe of peace lies broken among them.
In the course of the morning the Rev.Mr .-- --, missionary among the Dahcotahs, with the assistance of an Indian named Round Wind, collected the bodies and buried them.
Of the fourteen persons who were in the three teepees, no more than four escaped; two young men and two women.
The Chippeways fled as quickly as possible from the country of the Dahcotahs, with their prisoner--sad change for her.

A favorite wife finds herself in the power of ten warriors, the enemies of her people.
The cries of her murdered friends are yet sounding in her ears; and she knows not how soon their fate may be hers.

Every step of the weary journey she pursues, takes her farther from her country.

She dares not weep, she cannot understand the language of her enemies, but she understands their looks, and knows she must obey them.

She wishes they would take her life; she would take it herself, but she is watched, and it is impossible.
She sees by their angry gestures and their occasional looks towards her, that she is the subject of their dispute, until the chief raises his eyes and speaks to the Chippeways--and the difference ceases.
At length her journey is at an end.