He nodded assent, and she resumed, while a flush of emotion kindled her pale cheek and reddened her lips,-- "The Bald Eagle brought the lonely one to his lodge, he buried the hatchet and the scalping knife, he bade his squaws comfort her; but her heart was lonely, she pined for the homes of her fathers.

She said, I will revenge my father, my mother, and my brothers and sisters; and her heart burned within her: but her hand was not strong to shed blood, the Great Spirit was about my Ojebwa father; she failed, and would have fled, for an arrow was in her flesh.

The people of the Bald Eagle took her, they brought her down the great river to the council hill, they bound her with thongs and left her to die.

She prayed, and the Great Spirit heard her prayer and sent her help.

The white man came; his heart was soft; he unbound her, he gave water to cool her hot lips, he led her to his lodge.