Mahtoree is a great chief.
His hand is never shut." "Teton," returned the trapper, shaking his head in evidence of the strong disapprobation with which he heard this language, "the tongue of a Red-skin must be coloured white, before it can make music in the ears of a Pale-face.

Should your words be spoken, my daughters would shut their ears, and Mahtoree would seem a trader to their eyes.

Now listen to what comes from a grey-head, and then speak accordingly.

My people is a mighty people.

The sun rises on their eastern and sets on their western border.