Here and there were small groups
of warriors returning from their bloody work,
and among them was Tawasuota.
He looked long at the spot where his home
had stood; but it was gone, and with it his
family. Ah, the beautiful country of his an-
cestors! he must depart from it forever, for he
knew now that the white man would occupy
that land. Sadly he sang the spirit-song, and
made his appeal to the "Great Mystery," ex-
cusing himself by the plea that what he had done
had been in the path of duty. There was no
glory in it for him; he could wear no eagle
feather, nor could he ever recount the deed. It
was dreadful to him--the thought that he had
fired upon an unarmed and helpless man.
The chief soldier followed the broad trail
of the fleeing host, and after some hours he
came upon a camp. There were no war-songs
nor dances there, as was their wont after a bat-
tle, but a strange stillness reigned. Even the
dogs scarcely barked at his approach; every-
thing seemed conscious of the awful carnage
of the day.
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