he remained in the vale of the swift Mississippi.
The esteem of the warriors he gained,
and the love of the dark eyed Winona.
He joined in the sports and the chase;
with the hunters he followed the bison,
And swift were his feet in the race
when the red elk they ran on the prairies.
At the Game of the Plum-stones [77] he played
and he won from the skillfulest players;
A feast to Wa'tanka [78] he made,
and he danced at the feast of Heyoka. [16]
With the flash and the roar of his gun
he astonished the fearless Dakotas;
They called it the "Maza Wakan"
--the mighty, mysterious metal.
"'Tis a brother," they said,
"of the fire in the talons of dreadful Wakinyan, [32]
When he flaps his huge wings in his ire,
and shoots his red shafts at Unktehee." [69]

The Itancan, [74] tall Wazi-kute,
appointed a day for the races.
From the red stake that stood by his tee,
on the southerly side of the Ha-ha
To a stake at the Lake of the Loons [79]
--a league and return--was the distance.
On the crest of the hills red batons
marked the course for the feet of the runners.
They gathered from near and afar,
to the races and dancing and feasting.