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?

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

It was the wish of the Americans that their red brethren should remain peacefully round their own fires, and not embroil themselves in any disputes between the white people.

I was informed... that some... were dreaming and wished to return.

The preparations for my new voyage prevented the possiblity of my paying that attention to the correction of my errors, that I should otherwise have done.