Nor was she entirely governed by selfish motives; she believed herself an instrument in the hand of the gods.
Mechanically she performed her ordinary duties.

The wood was cut and the evening meal was, cooked; afterwards she cut down branches of trees, and swept the wigwam.

In the evening, the villagers had assembled on the shores of the lake to enjoy the cool air after the heat of the day.
Hours passed away as gossipping and amusement engaged them all.

At length they entered their teepees to seek rest, and Harpstenah and her mother were the last at the door of their teepee, where a group had been seated on the ground, discussing their own and others' affairs.

"No harm can come to you, my daughter, when you are the wife of so great a medicine man.