He was a man, that he always performed his promises, that he had never said he would return.
Why cannot we correct the baneful passions, without weakening the good?
Smoke the pipe of peace, bury the tomahawk, and become one nation.
Should I be the happy mortal destined to turn the scale of war, will you not rejoice, O my father?
I was informed... that some... were dreaming and wished to return.
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.