"Suddenly he felt a heart within him as cold as stone. He looked up to the giant, and saw that he held his own good, true heart in his hands. "'I will put it away in a glass jar in my house,' he said, 'where I keep the hearts of the rich. Now, listen. You have only to strike your locked hands on your knees three times--chink, chink, chink--whenever you want for gold, and wish, and you will find your pockets full of money.' "The woodman struck his palms on his knees and wished, then felt in his pockets. Sure enough, his pockets were full of gold. "He thought of his wife, but his thought was a cold one; he did not love her any more. He thought of his little ones, but his thoughts were frozen; he did not care to meet them any more. He thought of his parents, but he only wished to meet them to excite their envy. The stream no longer charmed him, nor the flowers, nor the birds, nor anything. "'I will dissemble,' he said. He hurried home. His wife met him at the door. He kissed her. She started back, and said: "'Your lips are cold as death! What has happened?' "His children kissed him, but they said: "'Father, your cheeks are cold.' "He tried to pray at the meal, but his sense of God was gone; he did not love God, or his wife, or his children, or anything any more--he had a stone-cold heart. "After the evening meal he told his wife the events of the day. She listened with horror. "'In parting with your heart you have parted with everything that makes life worth having,' said she. But he answered: "'I do not care. I do not care for anything but gold now. I have a stone-cold heart.' "'But will gold make you happy?' she asked. "He started. He went forth to work the next day, but he was not happy. So day by day passed. His gold did not make his family happy, or his friends, or any one, but he would not have cared for all these, for he had a stone-cold heart. Had it made him happy? He saw the world all happy around him, and heavier and heavier grew his heart, and at last he could endure it no longer. "One day he was sitting in the same place in the woods as before, when he saw the shadowy figure stealing along the mosses of the stream again. He looked up and beheld the giant, and exclaimed: "'Give me back my heart!'" "Have you learned the lesson?" CHAPTER XXII. THE INDIAN PLOT. One sultry August night a party of Sac and Fox Indians were encamped in a grove of oaks opposite Rock Island, on the western side of the Mississippi. Among them were Main-Pogue and Waubeno. The encampment commanded a view of the burial hills and bluffs of the abandoned Sac village.