You will not long be with the children of the earth.
Even now your sisters are calling you, and your mother is telling them that a few more months will bring you to their side!' "The words were true, my brother, but I knew not that your harshness would hasten my going.

You say that I shall marry Red Cloud; sooner will I plunge my knife into my heart; sooner shall the waves of the Mississippi roll over me.

Brother, you will soon be alone!" "Speak not such words, my sister," said the chief; "it shall be as you will.

I have not promised Red Cloud.

I thought you would be happy if you were his wife, and you shall not be forced to marry him.