He went down among the Indians and purchased another dog.

They could not refuse to eat the heart.

It made even the bravest men sick to swallow the last mouthful--they were pale as death.

I saw the last of it, and although John Gilpin's ride might be a desirable sight, yet when the Sioux celebrate another dog feast, "may I not be there to see." Our intercourse with the Sioux was greatly facilitated, and our influence over them much increased, by the success attending my husband's efforts to paint their portraits.

They thought it supernatural (wahkun) to be represented on canvas.