The sound of her child's voice, awakening out of sleep, aroused her, and called to her mind who was its father.
"They tore me away from my lover, and made me come to the teepee of the chief," was her bitter reflection.

"Enah! that I cannot love the father of my child." She rose and left the teepee.

"Where is the heaven of the Dahcotahs," she murmured, as she looked up to the silent stars.

"It may be that I shall see him again.

He will love my child too, and I will forget the many tears I have shed.".