I am a chief, and have been a chief during sixty changes of the season.

I am proud of my station, and as I have struck deepest in the heart of our enemies, I am jealous of that power which is mine, and would yield it to no one, if the great Manitou did not order it.

When this sun will have disappeared behind the salt-water, I shall no longer be a chief! Owato Wanisha will guide our warriors, he will preside in council, for two gods are with him--the Manitou of the Pale-faces and the Manitou of the Red-skins.
"Hear my words, Shoshones! I shall soon join my father and grandfather in the happy lands, for I am old! Yet, before my bones are buried at the foot of the hills, it would brighten my heart to see the glory of the Shoshones, which I know must be in a short time.

Hear my words! Long ages ago some of our children, not finding our hunting-grounds wide enough for the range-of their arrows, left us.

They first wandered in the south, and in the beautiful prairies of the east, under a climate blessed by the good spirits.