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

On no further occasion present a flag or medal to an Indian.

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

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

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

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

May Heaven be propitious, and smile on the cause of my country.