little squaw; but you have no husband now; he was shot through the head in the fort, and instantly killed; and here you are playing with sticks!"
The poor thing, together with her mother, screamed out at the intelligence, and, seizing a battle-axe, each cut off a finger. The girl then stabbed her forehead with a knife, and was instantly dripping with blood. The chief came laughing to me, and said, "That little wife of yours loves you better than any of your other wives."
"How do you know?" I inquired.
"Because I told them all you were dead, and she was the only one that cut off a finger;" and he laughed aloud as he passed on.
Soon, however, she climbed the wall, and forced her way into the fort, and came directly to me. She presented a sickening spectacle, and was covered entirely with blood. Seeing me, she burst into tears, and as soon as she could articulate, said, "Why, you are not dead, after all! Owl Bear told me you were killed, and I came to seek your body."
"Who are you mourning for?" I asked; "is your brother or father scalped?"
"No; I mourned because I thought you were killed; Owl Bear told me you were."
"You must not believe all you hear," I said; "some Indians have crooked tongues. But come and spread your robe, and carry this gun and spoils of my first victim to the village, and there wash your face and bind up your finger."
She did as I directed her, and departed.
As soon as we had collected all the trophies bequeathed us by our fallen foes, and gathered all our own dead, we moved back to the new camp. On our way, I exerted myself to the utmost to console the afflicted mourners. I told them that their friends were happy in the spirit land, where there were no enemies to fight, where all was everlasting contentment, and where they were happy in endless amusement. I said that in a few days I would avenge the fall of our warriors, and depart for that peaceful land myself.
I could plainly see that this last promise afforded them more satisfaction than all my other consoling remarks; but I disliked
