My first feeling was to receive the coronet, and conceal what wrong I had done; but a voice in my heart forbids my taking what others have perchance better deserved.
"Hear me, Shoshones! the truth must be told; hear my shame! One day, I was hungry; it was in the great prairies.

I had killed no game, and I was afraid to return among our young men with empty hands.

I remained four days hunting, and still I saw neither buffaloes nor bears.

At last, I perceived the tent of an Arrapahoe.

I went in; there was no one there, and it was full of well-cured meat.