The Great Spirit of the Red-skin will pass into his breast, and lend him some words that the Shoshone will understand.' "I am old and feeble; I am tired; arise, my grandson Owato Wanisha; speak to my warriors; tell them the wishes of the Great Spirit.

I have spoken." Thus called upon, I advanced to the place which the chief had left vacant, and spoke in my turn:-- "Shoshones, fathers, brothers, warriors,--I am a Pale-face, but you know all my heart is a Shoshone's.

I am young, but no more a child.

It is but a short time since that I was a hunter; since that time the Manitou has made me a warrior, and led me among strange and distant tribes, where he taught me what I should do to render the Shoshones a great people.

Hear my words, for I have but one tongue; it is the tongue of my heart, and in my heart now dwells the Good Spirit.