He made land for white men too; but they left it, and took Indian's land, because it was better.

My father was a chief; he had plenty meat and corn in his wigwam.

But Simon is a dog.

When they fight Eastern Indians, I try to live in peace; but they say, Simon, you rogue, you no go into woods to hunt; you keep at home.

So when squaw like to starve, I shoot one of their hogs, and then they whip me.