My people will not; they are determined on vengeance; they have taken up the tomahawk; they will make it fat with blood; they will drink the blood of the white people.
Brothers,--My people are brave and numerous; but the white people are too strong for them alone.

I wish you to take up the tomahawk with them.

If we all unite, we will cause the rivers to stain the great waters with their blood.
Brothers,--If you do not unite with us, they will first destroy us, and then you will fall an easy prey to them.

They have destroyed many nations of red men, because they were not united, because they were not friends to each other.
Brothers,--The white people send runners amongst us; they wish to make us enemies, that they may sweep over and desolate our hunting grounds, like devastating winds, or rushing waters.
Brothers,--Our Great Father, over the great waters, is angry with the white people, our enemies.

He will send his brave warriors against them; he will send us rifles, and whatever else we want--he is our friend, and we are his children.
Brothers,--Who are the white people that we should fear them?
They cannot run fast, and are good marks to shoot at: they are only men; our fathers have killed many of them: we are not squaws, and we will stain the earth red with their blood.
Brothers,--The Great Spirit is angry with our enemies; he speaks in thunder, and the earth swallows up villages, and drinks up the Mississippi.