The white squaw (and she pointed to Catharine) was there, she bound up her wounds, she laid her on her own bed, she gave her meat and drink, and tended her with love.

She taught her to pray to the Good Spirit, and told her to return good for evil, to be true and just, kind and merciful.

The hard heart of the young girl became soft as clay when moulded for the pots and she loved her white sister and brothers, and was happy.

The Bald Eagle's people came when my white brothers were at peace, they found a trembling fawn within the lodge, they led her away, they left tears and loneliness where joy and peace had been.

The Mohawk squaw could not see the hearth of her white brothers desolate; she took the canoe, she to the lodge of the great father of his tribe, and she says to him, 'Give back the white squaw to her home on the Rice Lake, and take in her instead the rebellious daughter of the Ojebwa's enemy, to die or be his servant; she fears nothing now the knife or the tomahawk, the arrow or the spear: her life is in the hand of the great chief.'" She sank on her knees as she spoke these last words and bowing down her head on her breast remained motionless as a statue.
There was silence for some minutes, and then the old man rose and said:-- "Daughter of a brave woman, thou hast spoken long, and thou hast spoken well; the ears of the Bald Eagle have been open.