Abandoning, therefore, all the reserve and dignity of his manner, under the conscious helplessness of ignorance, he turned to the old man, and stretching forth his arms, as if to denote how much he lay at his mercy, he said-- "Let my father look at me.

I am a wild man of the prairies; my body is naked; my hands empty; my skin red.

I have struck the Pawnees, the Konzas, the Omahaws, the Osages, and even the Long-knives.

I am a man amid warriors, but a woman among the conjurors.

Let my father speak: the ears of the Teton are open.