Sleeping or waking, his image was ever before her; he was the idol to which her spirit bowed, the sun of her little world.
The dance to the giant was to be celebrated at the village where they were visiting; the father of Wenona and "Old John" the medicine man, were to join in it.

The maiden had been nothing loth to undertake the journey, for the Deer-killer had gone on a war party against the Chippeways, and she thought that in the course of their journey they might meet him--and when away from Wanska, he would return to her side.
He could not despise the love she had given him.

Hope, that bright star of youth, hovered over her, and its light was reflected on her heart.
When they arrived at the village of the chief Markeda, or "Burning Earth," the haughty brow of the chief was subdued with care.

He had dreamed of Haokah the giant, and he knew there was sorrow or danger threatening him.

He had sinned against the giant, and what might be the consequence of offending him?
Was his powerful arm to be laid low, and the strong pulse to cease its beatings?
Did his dream portend the loss of his young wife?
She was almost as dear to him as the fleet hunter that bore him to the chase.
It might be that the angry god would send their enemies among them, and his tall sons would gladden his sight no more.