How excited they are! the snow-covered hills, majestic and silent, look coldly enough upon their sport; but what care they?
the prize will soon be won.
The old medicine man cheered them on.

"Run fast, Wenona! take care that Harpstenah does not win the game.

Ho, Harpstenah! if you and your leggins are old, you may have the cloth yet." Now Wenona's party is getting on bravely, but the ball has been caught and thrown back by the other party.

But at last it is decided.

In the struggle for the ball, Harpstenah received a blow from an old squaw as dismal looking as herself, and Wenona catches the ball and throws it into the appointed place.