But I had an enemy, one worse than Managa, for he was rich and had many people.

And in a war his people overcame mine, and he took my gold, and all I possessed, making me poor.

The Indian kills his enemy, but the white man takes his gold, and that is worse than death.

Then I said: 'I have been a rich man and now I am poor, and must work like a dog for some rich man, for the sake of the little food he will throw me at the end of each day.

No, I cannot do it! I will go away and live with the Indians, so that those who have seen me a rich man shall never see me working like a dog for a master, and cry out and mock at me.