After the smoke was ended Satanta raised his towering bulk above the banqueters.

He drew his red blanket around his broad shoulders, leaving his naked right arm free, for without his right arm an Indian is deprived of his real powers of oratory.

Making signs to illustrate his every sentence, he spoke: "My great white brothers, I welcome you to my camp and to my people.
You can rest in safety, without a thought of fear, because our hearts are now good to you--because we hope that the words you are going to speak to us will make us glad that you have come.

We know that you have come a long way to see us.

We feel that you are going to give us or send us presents which will gladden the hearts of all my people.
"I know that you must be very tired, and as I see that your tents are pitched it would make our hearts glad to walk over to your village with you, where you can rest and sleep well, and we hope that you will dream of the many good things are going to send us and tell us when you rested.
"I have sent to your tents the choicest of young buffalo, deer, and antelope, and if there is anything else in my camp which will make your hearts glad I will be pleased to send it to you.