"Oh, great Above-Medicine Person, Spirit in the Sun, I pray to you!
"All you Above Spirits and Under Spirits carry my prayer to the Sun!
"And all you holy Animals, wiser and stronger than I, have pity! Pray for me.
"I have made sacrifice of my jewels, and my long braids of hair. Great Sun God, take my father's shadow to the Sand Hills, that he may be with our dead."
The Seven Persons, our stars of the Great Bear, were pointing to the earth; the Lost Children, our Pleiades, were sleepy on their way to bed, when Rain felt the spirit leaving her father's body to ride the Wolf Trail, the milky way which leads to the hereafter.
And there was Morning Star. "Dear Morning Star," she pleaded, "don't give long life to me, for I am all alone."
She threw herself upon the upturned soil. "Oh, mother," she sobbed, "I'm all alone, and oh, so frightened. And you, dear Beaver Woman, my Dream Helper, can't you send me help? Oh, send a man to take me to my people."
The Piegan camp was a thousand miles away. What chance had she of escaping death among the hostile tribes between, or outrage at the hands of the Stone-hearts?
It was then she lifted up her voice in the Indian death-wail, and so continued mourning until I came in the gray of dawn, sent by her secret helper in answer to her prayer.
I saw the rifled grave, the scaffold and her dead. "The people," said I, "who run this graveyard will be so pleased!"