"Rise up and look down into the water. There—where the stream runs dark—they shot our starving women there, for crossing the river to harvest their own corn.
"Look again—there where the first star shines. She, the wife of Wabono, floated there dead, with the babe on her breast. Here is the son of Wabono.
"Son of Wabono, you ride the pony like the winds. What are you going to do to avenge your mother? You have nourished the babe; you are good and brave; but the moons rise and fall, and the lights grow many on the prairie, and the smoke-wreaths many along the shore. Speak, son of Wabono."
A tall boy arose, dressed in yellow skins and painted and plumed.
"Father, it is long since the rain fell."
"Long."
"And the prairies are yellow."
"Yellow."
"And they are food for fire."
"Food for fire."