But now I am old; my children have gone before me to the 'House of Spirits'-- the tender boughs have yielded to the first rough wind of autumn, while the parent tree has stood and borne the winter's storm.
"My sons have fallen by the tomahawk of their enemies; my daughter sleeps under the foaming waters of the Falls.
"Twenty winters were added to my life on that day.

We had encamped at some distance above the Falls, and our hunters had killed many deer.
Before we left our village to go on the hunt, we sacrificed to the Spirit of the woods, and we prayed to the Great Spirit.

We lifted up our hands and said, 'Father, Great Spirit, help us to kill deer.' The arrows of our hunters never missed, and as we made ready for our return we were happy, for we knew we should not want for food.

My daughter's heart was light, for Haparm was with her, and she never was sad but when he was away.
"Just before we arrived at the Falls, she became sick; her hands were burning hot, she refused to eat.

As the canoe passed over the Mississippi, she would fill her cup with its waters, to drink and throw over her brow.