The approach of night brought with it but little inclination to sleep to the excited girl.

Her father slept, tired with the day's hunt; and her mother dreamed of seeing her daughter the wife of a war chief and a medicine man.
The village was built on the shores of the lake now known as Lake Calhoun.

By the light of the moon the teepees were reflected in its waters.

It was bright as day; so clear was the lake, that the agates near the shore sparkled in its waters.

The cry of the whippoorwill alone disturbed the repose of nature, except when the wild scream of the loon was heard as she gracefully swept the waters.
Seated on the shore, Harpstenah waited to hear the low whistle of her lover.