1ST OFFICER. Well, for my part, I like not that one in particular.
[Pointing toward TECUMSEH.]
3RD OFFICER. No more do I! I wish I were a crab, And had its courtly fashion of advancing.
HARRISON. Best yield to him, the rather that he now
Invites our confidence. His heavy force
Scants good opinion somewhat, yet I know
There's honor, aye, and kindness in this Chief.
[Rising.]
3RD OFFICER. Yes, faith, he loves us all, and means to keep Locks of our hair for memory. Here goes.
[All rise.] Servants and soldiers carry chairs and benches to the grove, followed by GENERAL HARRISON _and others, who seat themselves— _TECUMSEH and his followers still standing in the lower part of the grove.
HARRISON. We have not met to bury our respect, Or mar our plea with lack of courtesy. The Great Chief knows it is his father's wish That he should sit by him.
TECUMSEH. My father's wish! My father is the sun; the earth my mother
[Pointing to each in turn.]