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Updated: May 4, 2025
Red Cloud boasted of his bravery and his deeds of valor; even the old men listened to him with respect, for they knew that his name was a terror to his enemies. But Wenona turned from him! she hated to hear the sound of his voice.
Nay, sometimes the power of innocence and virtue itself is not sufficient to guard the Dahcotah maiden from disgrace. And was Wenona unworthy? The white snow that covered the hills was not more pure than she. But Red Cloud cared not for that. She had refused to be the light of his wigwam, and thus was he avenged. Wenona advanced with the maidens of the village.
The hunter's knife is soon upon her, and while warmth and even life are left, the skin is drawn off. After the fatigues of the day comes the long and pleasant evening. A bright fire burned in the wigwam of the chief, and many of the Indians were smoking around it, but Wenona was sad, and she took but little part in the laughter and merriment of the others.
Jealous for the honor of the long-reverenced feasts of the Dahcotahs the "Deer Killer" thought not for a moment of the sorrow and disgrace he would bring upon Wenona, while Wauska loved the warrior more than ever, triumphing in his preference of her, above her companion. And Wenona A cloud came o'er the prospect of her life, And evening did set in Early, and dark and deadly.
"Still he ran along the shore with his arms uplifted, entreating her to come ashore. "Wenona continued her course towards the rapids her voice was heard above the waters as she sang her death song. Soon the mother and child were seen no more the waters covered them. "But her spirit wanders near this place. An elk and fawn are often seen, and we know they are Wenona and her child."
"Do you not fear the power of the woman who sits in the north, Wenona? she shows those flashes of light to tell us of coming evil." "What should I fear," said Wenona; "I, who will soon join my mother, my father, my sisters, in the land of spirits?
"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.
The warriors have looked on, admiring those who were beautiful and graceful, and laughing at the ugly and awkward. But Wenona cared little for the prizes. She was a chief's sister, and she was young and beautiful. The handsomest presents were given her, and she hardly looked at the portion of the prizes which fell to her lot.
Wenona had not hoped in vain, for her lover was with her, and Wanska seemed to be forgotten. The warrior's flute would draw her out from her uncle's lodge while the moon rose o'er the cold waters. Wrapped in her blanket, she would hasten to meet him, and listen to his assurances of affection, wondering the while that she had ever feared he loved another.
But the ball is not thrown by the hand, each woman has a long stick with a circular frame at the end of it; this they call a bat stick, and, simple as it looks, it requires great skill to manage it. Wenona was the swiftest runner of one party, and Harpstenah, old and ugly as she was, the best of the other.
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