So I plead guilty to the charge of wanting sentiment, choosing rather to be true to nature.

And there is this consideration: if there be among the Dahcotahs some Catharines, there are many Petruchios.
* * * * * A group of Indian girls were seated on the grass, Wauska in the centre, her merry musical laugh echoed back by all but Wenona.

The leaves of the large forest tree under which they were sheltered seemed to vibrate to the joyous sounds, stirred as they were by a light breeze that blew from the St.Peter's.

Hark! they laugh again, and "old John" wakes up from his noon-day nap and turns a curious, reproving look to the noisy party, and Shah-co-pee, the orator of the Sioux, moves towards them, anxious to find out the cause of their mirth.
"Old John," after a hearty stretch, joins them too, and now the fumes of the pipe ascend, and mix with the odor of the sweet-scented prairie grass that the young girls are braiding.
But neither Shah-co-pee the chief, nor old John the medicine man, could find out the secret; they coaxed and threatened in turns--but all in vain, for their curiosity was not gratified.

They might have noticed, however, that Wenona's face was pale, and her eyes red with weeping.