No act of bravery can wipe away his disgrace.
But Wenona sat pale and sad in her brother's wigwam.

The bright and happy looks of yesterday were all gone.

Her sister-in-law has hushed her child to sleep, and she is resting from the fatigues of the day.

Several old men, friends of Little Crow's father, are sitting round the fire; one has fallen asleep, while the others talk of the wonderful powers of their sacred medicine.
"Why are you sad, Wenona," said the chief, turning to her; "why should the eyes of a chief's sister be filled with tears, and her looks bent on the ground ?" "You need not ask why I am not happy," said Wenona: "Red Cloud brought presents to you yesterday; he laid them at the door of your wigwam.

He wants to buy me, and you have received his gifts; why do you not return them?
you know I do not love him." "Red Cloud is a great warrior," replied the chief; "he wears many feathers of honor; you must marry him." The girl wrapped herself in her blanket and lay down.