He made you beautiful, and gave you clothing, and guns, and gunpowder, and horses, and wagons, and many other things about which we know nothing.

But toward us he had no heart.
He gave us nothing except the assegai, and cattle, and rain-making; and he did not give us hearts like yours.

We never love each other.

Other tribes place medicines about our country to prevent the rain, so that we may be dispersed by hunger, and go to them, and augment their power.

We must dissolve their charms by our medicines.