Few Indians only had breech cloths, most being wrapped in buffalo robes, otherwise quite naked.

Smoke the pipe of peace, bury the tomahawk, and become one nation.

They were conspiring to desert us in the night and steal some of our horses... we engaged a spy.

He was a man, that he always performed his promises, that he had never said he would return.

Should I be the happy mortal destined to turn the scale of war, will you not rejoice, O my father?

Why cannot we correct the baneful passions, without weakening the good?

I cannot consent to be led three or four hundred leagues out of my route, without its being by force of arms.