Only a few days before, a kind Providence had guided Arther H. Day, a cousin of Nina's, from his work in the office of the _Advance_, in Chicago, and Robert B. Riggs from his teaching in Beloit College, up to Peoria bottom, for a little rest. And so they were there to help and give sympathy. Of this event Mr. Day wrote: "Rarely is it the lot of one so blessed with loving relatives and friends to pass away surrounded by so few to sympathize, and to be buried with so few to weep. Three relatives and nine other white friends stood alone by her grave, and the many hundreds in the far East knew not of the scene. I say _white_ friends, because I would not ignore the presence of those many dusky faces which looked on in sorrow, because _their friend_ was dead. "About noon on Tuesday, August 6, the funeral service was conducted by Chaplain Crocker. The same hymn was sung that, by Nina's own choice, had been sung at her wedding:-- "'Guide me, O thou great Jehovah.' One room of the house was filled with Indians, and the service was partly in the native language. Her grave was made near the window of her room, where she so often had beheld the sunset; and as kindly hands laid her body there, surrounded by beautiful flowers, the chaplain said: 'Never was more precious dust laid in Dakota soil--never more hopeful seed planted for a spiritual harvest among the Dakota people.'" This beautiful summing-up of her character appeared as an editorial in the _Advance_, by Rev. Simeon Gilbert:--