I was far away from the home of my childhood, and a Sioux woman, with her knife in her belt, was assisting me in the care of my only daughter.

She thought Dr.T.was a "wonderful medicine man" to cure her; in which opinion we all cordially coincided.
I always listened with pleasure to the women, when allusion was made to their religion; but when they spoke of their tradition, I felt as a miser would, had he discovered a mine of gold.

I had read the legends of the Maiden's Rock, and of St.Anthony's Falls.

I asked Checkered Cloud to tell them to me.

She did so--and how differently they were told! With my knowledge of the language, and the aid of my kind and excellent friend Mr.Prescott, all the dark passages in her narration were made clear.