At last Nayhanimis addressed them thus,
I shall tell ye old men a story too. There were two old men formerly seated in their tents relating to each other the exploits of their younger days and the cruelties they committed upon the Indians.
Nayhanimis was near. He pounced upon them and thrust both their heads together into the fire. When your children and young men be returned from their hunting, tell them this story. In the meantime I shall return home and make ready for them. My name is Nayhanimis and I reside at such a place (i.e. I am called (or named) Nayhanimis ...).
The old men, as may be imagined, were thunderstruck with this and durst not say a word more. But in the evening the young men came home. They were astonished to see their fathers in such a plight.
"Children! Behold your fathers!" said they. "Had any miscreant durst act in such a manner to our fathers, their villany should certainly not have passed off thus. But we are now old men and of no more account!!!"
This last apostrophe above all the rest roused them to vengeance. They merely scraped the snow off their feet and legs and went immediately in quest of him vowing vengeance all the way of a most cruel and exemplary nature.
Nayhanimis was on his guard. Every soul able to wield a weapon had one in his hand, besides an infinite number of spears and sharp stakes stuck in the ground. The Hairy Breasts came, but not perceiving the trap on account of the snow that was brought over [the] ends of the stockades, they all fell in, one upon the other, and impaled themselves in their fall on these sticks. All of them but two or three met with instantaneous death. The few that were not injured were put to an excruciating but immediate death to satisfy the manes of the departed Indians. And he proceeded immediately to the camp, killed the remaining two old men, scoffing and taunting them at the same time. Immediately after this he ordered such of the Indian women as had had their husbands killed, or were taken by the Hairy Breasts, to seperate from the other women and inflict the same punishment upon them and their children as had been done to their friends.
Thus were the Hairy Breasts entirely [extirpated] merely by their own folly and wickedness. Had they lived peaceably, and allowed the Indians to partake of the blessings of this world without envy as well as themselves, and to which they had an undoubted right, they might still have been in existence.
However, there are still two nations of them, one of which is on your lands, the others, I believe beyond the seas. But they are an insignificant and most despicable people. They pretend to antiquity and would fain extort respect from the moderns (i.e. themselves, or the Indians, principally). But their very countenance, appearance, everything about them denotes folly, and seems more to demand contempt than to call for respect. I saw one many years back, who was brought by the traders from somewheres on your lands. [His] face was venerable, but still there was a meanness in the whole of him that I could not account for. I respected him, and wanted to treat him accordingly. This is as from the stories I had heard related of them. But the traders laughed at us and asked one if I was inclined to respect folly, insignificance, and nothing!!!