He has no ears for a woman." "No," replied the supplicant; "it is not the voice of Tachechana that you hear, but this boy, speaking with the tongue of his mother.

He is the son of a chief, and his words will go up to his father's ears.
Listen to what he says.

When was Mahtoree hungry and Tachechana had not food for him?
When did he go on the path of the Pawnees and find it empty, that my mother did not weep?
When did he come back with the marks of their blows, that she did not sing?
What Sioux girl has given a brave a son like me?
Look at me well, that you may know me.

My eyes are the eagle's.

I look at the sun and laugh.