"I would touch them with fire—in the east, in the west, in the north, and in the south. The lights will go out in the cabins, and the white woman will wander homeless, and the white man will hunger for corn. They shot our people for harvesting our corn. I would give their corn-fields to the flames, and their families to the famine in the moons of storms."
"Waubeno, you have heard Wabono. What would you do?"
"I would punish those only who have done wrong. The white teacher taught so, and the white teacher was right."
"Waubeno, you speak like a woman."
"Those people should not suffer for what others have done. You should not be made to bear the punishments of others."
"Would you not fire the prairies?"
"No. I may have friends there. The Tunker may be there. He who spared Main-Pogue may be there. Would I burn their cabins? No!"
"Waubeno, who was your father?"
"I am the son of Alknomook."
"He died."