He Is neither a Shakanath (an Englishman) nor a Kishemoc Comoanak (a long knife, a Yankee).

He Is a chief among the tribe of our great-grandfathers, he is a chief, though he is very, very young." At this moment all the warriors came, one after the other, to shake hands with me, and when this ceremony was terminated, the chief resumed his discourse.
"Owato Wanisha, we met as strangers, we part as friends.

Tell your young warriors you have been among the Comanches, and that we would like to know them.

Tell them to come, a few or many, to our _waikiams_ (lodges); they will find the moshkotaj (buffalo) in plenty.
"Farewell, young chief, with a pale face and an Indian heart; the earth be light to thee and thine.

May the white Manitou clear for thee the mountain path, and may you never fail to remember _Opishka Toaki_ (the White Raven), who is thy Comanche friend, and who would fain share with thee his home, his wealth, and his wide prairies.