He once put his trust in our friendship and wanted no shield but our fidelity. But now he builds forts and plants big guns on their walls. He once gave us arms and powder and bade us hunt the game. It matters little where we pass the remnant of our days. They will not be many.
Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation like the waves of the sea.
It is the order of nature, and regret is useless. Your time of decay may be distant, but it will surely come, for even the white man whose God walked with him as friend with friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. It was not hard to see that the white people coveted every inch of land on which we lived. Humans wanted the last bit of ground which supported Indian feet.