Never more should tears relieve her, who had shed so many.

Often had she gone into the prairies to weep, far from the sight of her companions.

Her voice was heard from a distance.

The wind would waft the melancholy sound back to the village.
"It is only Harpstenah," said the women.

"She has gone to the prairies to weep for her husband and her children." The storm raged during the night, but ceased with the coming of day.