"Do you not fear the power of the woman who sits in the north, Wenona?
she shows those flashes of light to tell us of coming evil." "What should I fear," said Wenona; "I, who will soon join my mother, my father, my sisters, in the land of spirits?
Listen to my words, my brother: there are but two of us; strife and disease have laid low the brave, the good, the beautiful; we are the last of our family; you will soon be alone.
"Before the leaves fell from the trees, as I sat on the banks of the Mississippi, I saw the fairy of the water.

The moon was rising, but it was not yet bright enough for me to see her figure distinctly.

But I knew her voice; I had often heard it in my dreams.

'Wenona,' she said, (and the waves were still that they might hear her words), 'Wenona, the lands of the Dahcotah are green and beautiful--but there are fairer prairies than those on earth.

In that bright country the forest trees are ever green, and the waves of the river flow on unchilled by the breath of winter.