So tall was he that the clouds seemed to float about his head.

I trembled at the sound of his voice, it was as if the angry winds were loosed upon the earth.
"'The warriors of the Dahcotahs are turned women,' said he; 'that they no longer dance in honor of the giant, nor sing his songs.

Markeda is not a coward, but let him tremble; he is not a child, but he may shed tears if the anger of the giant comes upon him.' "Glad was I when I woke from my dream--and now, lest I am punished for my sins, I will make a sacrifice to the giant.

Should I not fear him who is so powerful?
Can he not take the thunder in his hand and cast it to the earth?
"The heart of the warrior should be brave when he dances to the giant.
My wigwam is ready, and the friends of the giant are ready also." "Give me your mocassins," said the young wife of Markeda to old John; "they are torn, and I will mend them.

You have come from afar, and are welcome.