Father, I have no longer a desire for war. I delight to sit in peace.
Father, When I went to see my father below, although there was danger in the way, I was not afraid to go alone.
Father, But I am now like a squaw, and instead of carrying the mark of a man, I have that of a woman.
Father, My right arm, and that half of my body is white man, and the other only Indian.
Father, When I returned from below, I related to my people what I had seen, but none of them had ears; they would not hear me.
Father, I have often traded with the whites. I always traded fairly, while the Pawnee Loups did not. Here is a trader who knows me (Mr. Pappan).
Father, We will punish the offenders. It is very easy; it is not difficult at all.
Father, I will score the back of him who cut your tent.
Father, It is some time since I have worn this on my neck; I have kept it secreted, because they will not respect it.
Father, After our battles with the people around us, I have gone alone, crying into their villages, and have received no harm. (In other words, Indians have forgiven me for spilling their blood, then why should not the magnanimity of the whites forgive the comparative trifling injuries I have done them.)