Every preparation was made for the death-strife.  Not a Sioux warrior but vowed he would with his own arm avenge the death of his friend.  The very tears of the wife were dried when the hope of vengeance cheered her heart.

The Track-maker was famous as a warrior.  Already did the aged Dahcotahs listen to his words; for he was both wise and brave.  He was among the foremost to lead the Dahcotahs against the Chippeways; and though he longed to raise his tomahawk against his foes, his spirit sunk within him when he remembered the girl he loved.  What will be her fate!  Oh! that he had never seen her.  But it was no time to think of her.  Duty called upon him to avenge the death of his friend.

CHAPTER III.

Woe to the unsuspecting Chippeways! ignorant of the murder that had been committed, they were leisurely turning their steps homeward, while the pillagers made their escape with the scalp of the Dahcotah.

The Sioux travelled one day and night before they came up with the Chippeways.  Nothing could quench their thirst but blood.  And the women and children must suffer first.  The savage suffers a twofold death; before his own turn comes, his young children lie breathless around him, their mother all unconscious by their side.

The Chippeways continued their journey, fearing nothing.  They had camped between the falls of St. Anthony and Rum river; they were refreshed, and the men proceeded first, leaving their women and children to follow.  They were all looking forward with pleasure to seeing their homes again.  The women went leisurely along; the infant slept quietly—­what should it fear close to its mother’s heart!  The young children laughed as they hid themselves behind the forest trees, and then emerged suddenly to frighten the others.  The Chippeway maidens rejoiced when they remembered that their rivals, the Dahcotah girls, would no longer seduce their lovers from their allegiance.

Flying Shadow wept, there was nothing to make her happy, she would see the Track-maker no more, and she looked forward to death as the end of her cares.  She concealed in her bosom the trinkets he had given her; every feature of his face was written on her heart—­that heart that beat only for him, that so soon would cease to beat at all!

But there was a fearful cry, that banished even him from her thoughts.  The war-whoop burst suddenly upon the defenceless women.

Hundreds of Dahcotah warriors rose up to blind the eyes of the terror-stricken mothers.  Their children are scalped before their eyes; their infants are dashed against the rocks, which are not more insensible to their cries than their murderers.

It is a battle of strength against weakness.  Stern warrior, it needs not to strike the mother that blow! she dies in the death of her children. [Footnote:  The Dahcotahs believe, or many of them believe, that each body has four souls.  One wanders about the earth and requires food; a second watches over the body; the third hovers round its native village, while the fourth goes to the land of spirits.]