Sleep, and when you awake, you will find them beside you." As she assisted him to take them off, the medicine man looked admiringly into her face.

"The young wife of Markeda is as beautiful as the white flowers that spring up on the prairies.

Her husband would mourn for her if the giant should close her eyes.

They are bright now, as the stars, but death would dim them, should not the anger of the giant be appeased." The "Bounding Fawn" turned pale at the mention of the angry giant; she sat down, without replying, to her work; wondering the while, if the soul of her early love thought of her, now that it wandered in the Spirit's land.

It might be that he would love her again when they should meet there.