Sickness and hunger, phantom-like, haunted his waking and sleeping hours.
There was one hope; he might yet ward off the danger, for the uplifted arm of the god had not fallen.

He hoped to appease the anger of the giant by dancing in his honor.
"We have travelled far," said old John the medicine man, to Markeda, "and are tired.

When we have slept we will dance with you, for we are of the giant's party." "Great is Haokah, the giant of the Dahcotahs," the chief replied; "it is a long time since we have danced to him." "I had been hunting with my warriors, we chased the buffalo, and our arrows pierced their sides; they turned upon us, bellowing, their heads beating the ground; their terrible eyes glared upon us even in death; they rolled in the dust, for their strength was gone.

We brought them to the village for our women to prepare for us when we should need them.

I had eaten and was refreshed; and, tired as my limbs were, I could not sleep at first, but at last the fire grew dim before my eyes, and I slept.
"I stood on the prairie alone, in my dream, and the giant appeared before me.