Her eyes will no longer be upon me." The Owl laughed deeply and heartily.
"You're a lad of sense," he said, "when you lay such a tribute at the feet of that incomparable woman, that model wife, that true helpmate in every sense of the word.

Why should you be anxious to leave us?
I could have you adopted into the tribe, and you know the ceremony of adoption is sacred with the Indians.

And let me whisper another little fact in your ear which will surely move you.

The Dove has a younger sister, so much like her that they are twins in character if not in years.

She will soon be of marriageable age, and she shall be reserved for you.