"Sassacus wishes not to be a Christian. He was born an Indian, and will live and die true to the traditions of his race. Christian is good for Owanux, but is very bad for the red men. The beavers build dams in the streams, while the eagle flies among the clouds. The English are beavers, but Sassacus is an eagle."
"But how can you attain to the knowledge of the white men, without becoming like them?"
"My brother must not be angry when Sassacus says, that is a pappoose question. See! I can teach my brother to make bows and shoot arrows. Can he not instruct Sassacus how to make guns, and the little black seeds which cause the lightning?"
"That is not so easy as thou thinkest. I know not myself how to make guns, and the powder which thou callest seeds."
"Toh!" replied the Indian, shaking his head, "my brother is afraid Sassacus might hurt himself with the lightning."
"Why should the chief doubt my word? I tell thee that only certain men among us make guns. They are all brought from a great island beyond the sea."
"The English are very cunning. They make them in secret, so that the Indians may not learn."
"It grieves me that my friend thinks I speak to him with two tongues. But I will not be offended. Are we not brothers?"
"When my brother loves Sassacus more he will tell him all about these things, and they will then have one head and one heart."
"They both belong to Sassacus now. But what does he intend to do? Will he return with me to Boston?"