An old chief answered for the whole tribe.
"Nanawa Ashta is a great chief: he is a brave! The Manitou speaks softly to his ears, and tells him the secret which makes the heart of a warrior big or small; but Nanawa has a pale face--his blood is a strange blood, although his heart is ever with his red friends.

It is only the white Manitou that speaks to him, and how could the white Manitou know the nature of the Indians?
He has not made them; he don't call them to him; he gives them nothing; he leaves them poor and wretched; he keeps all for the pale faces.
"It is right he should do so.

The panther will not feed the young of the deer, nor will the hawk sit upon the eggs of the dove.

It is life, it is order, it is nature.

Each has his own to provide for and no more.