In my proper character, an officer of the United States army.
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.
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.
Why cannot we correct the baneful passions, without weakening the good?
Should I be the happy mortal destined to turn the scale of war, will you not rejoice, O my father?