I am the friend of the great Brant; and Hiokatoo, Sangerachte, Hahiron, and the other chiefs esteem me.

I am thick with Colonel John Butler, the victor of Wyoming; his son, the valiant and worthy Walter Butler; Sir John Johnson, Colonel Guy Johnson, Colonel Daniel Claus, and many other eminent men and brave soldiers.
"I write these words, Henry Ware, both to you and your comrades, to tell you that our cause will prevail over yours.

I do not doubt that when you read this you will try to escape to Kentucky, but when we have destroyed everything along the eastern border, as we have at Wyoming, we shall come to Kentucky, and not a rebel face will be left there.
"I am sending this to tell you that there is no hole in which you can hide where we cannot reach you.

With my respects, BRAXTON WYATT." Henry regarded the letter with contempt.
"A renegade catches something of the Indian nature," he said, "and always likes to threaten and boast." But Shif'less Sol was highly indignant.
"Sometimes I think," he said, "that the invention o' writin' wuz a mistake.

You kin send a man a letter an' call him names an' talk mighty big when he's a hundred miles away, but when you've got to stan' up to him face to face an' say it, wa'al, you change your tune an' sing a pow'ful sight milder.