One by one they entered the village, bearing twenty scalps of the enemy.
"Only three of the Dahcotahs had fallen.

But who were the three?
My sons, and he who was as dear as a son to me, the lover of my child.

I fled from their cries of triumph--I longed to plunge the knife into my own heart.
"I have lived on.

But sorrow and cold and hunger have bowed my spirit; and my limbs are not as strong and active as they were in my youth.
Neither can I work with porcupine as I used to--for age and tears have dimmed my sight.

I bring you venison and fish, will you not give me clothes to protect me from the winter's cold ?" Ah! Checkered Cloud--he was a prophet who named you.