When man is shut up in towns and schools, with his own follies, it may be easy to believe himself greater than the Master of Life; but a warrior, who lives in a house with the clouds for its roof, where he can at any moment look both at the heavens and at the earth, and who daily sees the power of the Great Spirit, should be more humble.

A Dahcotah chieftain ought to be too wise to laugh at justice." The crafty Mahtoree, who saw that his free-thinking was not likely to produce a favourable impression on the old man, instantly changed his ground, by alluding to the more immediate subject of their interview.
Laying his hand gently on the shoulder of the trapper, he led him forward, until they both stood within fifty feet of the margin of the thicket.

Here he fastened his penetrating eyes on the other's honest countenance, and continued the discourse-- "If my father has hid his young men in the bush, let him tell them to come forth.

You see that a Dahcotah is not afraid.

Mahtoree is a great chief! A warrior, whose head is white, and who is about to go to the Land of Spirits, cannot have a tongue with two ends, like a serpent." "Dahcotah, I have told no lie.