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

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

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

Strict justice would demand total confiscation of your property, personal imprisonment and fines.

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

If success attends my steps, honor and glory await my name-if defeat, still shall it be said we died like brave men, and conferred honor, even in death, on the American Name.

In my proper character, an officer of the United States army.