He stopped at a tent and inquired after his
beautiful wife and two little sons, whom he had
already trained to uphold their father's repu-
tation, but was directed to his mother's teepee.
"Ah, my son, my son, what have you done?"
cried his old mother when she saw him.
"Come in, come in; let us eat together once
more ; for I have a foreboding that it is for
the last time. Alas, what have you done?"
Tawasuota silently entered the tent of his
widowed mother, and his three sisters gave him
the place of honor.
"Mother, it is not right to blame our
brother," said the eldest. "He was the chief's
head soldier; and if he had disobeyed his orders,
he would have been called a coward. That he
could not bear."
Food was handed him, and he swallowed a
few mouthfuls, and gave back the dish.
"You have not yet told me where she is,
and the children," he said with a deep sigh.
"My son, my son, I have not, because it will
give you pain. I wanted you to eat first! She
has been taken away by her own mother to Fari-
bault, among the white people.
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