The white-headed Long-knife has no son; the Hard-Heart of the Pawnees is young, but he is already the oldest of his family.

He found the bones of his father on the hunting ground of the Osages, and he has sent them to the prairies of the Good Spirits.

No doubt the great chief, his father, has seen them, and knows what is part of himself.

But the Wahcondah will soon call to us both; you, because you have seen all that is to be seen in this country; and Hard-Heart, because he has need of a warrior, who is young.

There is no time for the Pawnee to show the Pale-face the duty, that a son owes to his father." "Old as I am, and miserable and helpless as I now stand, to what I once was, I may live to see the sun go down in the prairie.