A Loup is a rat, a Sioux a heavy buffaloe; let the buffaloes tread upon the rats and make room for themselves.
"My brothers, a little child has spoken to you.

He tells you, his hair is not grey, but frozen--that the grass will not grow where a Pale-face has died.

Does he know the colour of the blood of a Big-knife?
No! I know he does not; he has never seen it.

What Dahcotah, besides Mahtoree, has ever struck a Pale-face?
Not one.

But Mahtoree must be silent.