She awoke with the words echoing in her heart, "Can a Sioux woman want courage when she is to be forced to marry a man she hates ?" "The words of the fairy were wise and true," thought the maiden.

"Our medicine-men say that the fairies of the water are all wicked; that they are ever seeking to do harm to the Dahcotahs.
My dream has made my heart light.

I will take the life of the war chief.
At the worst they can but take mine." As she looked round the teepee, her eye rested upon the faces of her parents.

The bright moonlight had found its way into the teepee.

There lay her father, his haughty countenance calm and subdued, for the "image of death" had chased away the impression left on his features of a fierce struggle with a hard life.