I gave you tobacco when you were well, and medicine when you were sick, and you never went away from my wigwam with your hands empty.

And this is the way you return my treatment to you.

I had thought you were a man and a chief, but you are not, you are nothing but an old woman.

Leave this house, and never enter it again.' Mr.B.
said he expected the Indian would attempt his life when he said this, but that he had placed himself in a position so that he could defend himself, and looked straight into the Indian's eye, and, like other wild beasts, he quailed before the glance of mental and moral courage.
He calmed down at once, and soon began to make apologies.

Mr.B.then told him kindly, but firmly, that, if he wished to walk in the same path with him, he must walk as straight as the crack on the floor before them; adding, that he would not walk with anybody who would jostle him by walking so crooked as he had done.