Cogewea, the Half-Blood by Mourning Dove

. So well / His legendary song could tell -- / On ancient deeds, so long forgot! / Of feuds, whose memory was not; / Of forests, now laid waste and bare. / Lay of the Last Minstrel

Cogewea and Densmore left the Stemteemä in her lodge, to dream of the past. Thus would she live to the close of her days. The teepee would never be deserted for the dwellings of civilization, which had only proven deathtraps for her race. Strolling to the river bank, the two sat down under the pines. Densmore was the first to speak. More to court favor, he broached a subject in which he felt no particular interest.