"Even as that star, Wenona, thou shalt pass from all that thou lovest on earth; but weep not, thy course is upward!" * * * * * The hunters were so successful that they returned to their village soon.
The friends of Wenona rejoiced in her happy looks, but to Harpstenah they were bitterness and gall.

The angry countenance of Red Cloud found an answering chord in her own heart.
"Ha!" said she to him, as he watched Wenona and her lover talking together, "what has happened?
Did you not say you would marry the chief's sister--why then are you not with her?
Red Cloud is a great warrior, why should he be sad because Wenona loves him not?
Are there not maidens among the Dahcotahs more beautiful than she?
She never loved you; her brother, too, has treated you with contempt.

Listen to my words, Red Cloud; the Virgin's Feast is soon to be celebrated, and she will enter the ring for the last time.

When she comes forward, tell her she is unworthy.

Is she not a disgrace to the band?
Has she not shamed a brave warrior?
Will you not be despised when another is preferred to you ?" The words of the tempter are in his ear--madness and hatred are in his heart.
"I said I would take her life, but my revenge will be deeper.