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Seth and Mary Eastman
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 222 pages of information about Dahcotah.

The oldest sons of Good Road were true to their word—­and the son of Old Bets was not the only subject for their vengeance.  His sister was with him at the moment that they chose to accomplish their purpose; and when an Indian commences to shed blood, there is no knowing how soon he will be satisfied.  Shining Iron died instantly, but the sister’s wounds were not fatal—­she is slowly recovering.

It was but yesterday that we visited the grave of the dead warrior.  On a hill near the St. Peters his body is buried.  The Indians have enclosed the grave, and there is a “Wah-kun stone,” to which they sacrifice, at his head.  No one reposes near him.  Alone he lies, undisturbed by aught except the winds that sigh over him.  The first flowers of Spring are blooming on the spot where he played in childhood, and here, where he reposes, he often sat to mourn the unkindness of Red Earth, and vow vengeance on his successful rival.

But he is not unwatched.  His spirit is ever near, and perhaps he will again live on earth. [Footnote:  The Sioux believe in the transmigration of souls.  Many of the Indians near Fort Snelling say they have lived before on earth.  The jugglers remember many incidents that occurred during some former residence on earth, and they will tell them to you with all the gravity imaginable.] His friends believe that he may hold communion with Unk-ta-he,—­that from that God he will learn the mysteries of the Earth and Water; and when he lives again in another form, he will instruct the Dahcotahs in their religion, and be a great medicine man.

Good Road is quite reconciled to his sons, for he says it was a brave deed to get rid of an enemy.  In vain does Old Bets ask for vengeance on the murderers.  Good Road reminds her that Shining Iron had made a threat, and it was not proper he should live; and the chief insisted more upon this, when he added that these children of her’s were by a former husband, and it was natural his sons should resent their father’s preference for them.

So after all Old Bets doubts whether she, or the Chief’s first wife, has got the best of it; and as she dresses the wounds of her daughter, she wishes that the Dahcotahs had killed her mother instead of adopting her—­lamenting, too, that she should ever have attained to the honor of being Good Road’s wife.

WENONA;

OR,

THE VIRGIN’S FEAST.

Never did the sun shine brighter than on a cold day in December, when the Indians at “Little Crow’s” village were preparing to go on a deer hunt.  The Mississippi was frozen, and the girls of the village had the day before enjoyed one of their favorite amusements—­a ball-play on the ice.  Those who owned the bright cloths and calicoes which were hung up before their eyes, as an incentive to win the game, were still rejoicing over their treasures; while the disappointed ones were looking sullen, and muttering of partiality being shown to this one because she was beautiful, and to that, because she was the sister of the chief.

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