Yet perhaps my very madness was the course of discretion.

You cannot move an Indian by pity, and he will show mercy only to one who, like a gamecock, asks nothing less.
The chief heard me gravely, and spoke to the others.

One cried out something in a savage voice, and for a moment a fierce argument was raised, which the chief settled with uplifted hand.
"My brother speaks bold words," he said.

"The spirits of his fathers cry out for the companionship of such a hero.

When the wrongs of our race have been avenged, I wish him good hunting in the Kingdom of the Sunset." They took me and stripped me mother naked.