I will bring the chiefs of the Pawnees and Mahas together, and make peace between them; but it is better that I should do it than my great father's sons, for they will listen to me more readily.

I will also take some chiefs to your country in the spring; but before that time I cannot leave home.

I went formerly to the English, and they gave me a medal and some clothes: when I went to the Spaniards they gave me a medal, but nothing to keep it from my skin: but now you give me a medal and clothes.

But still we are poor; and I wish, brothers, you would give us something for our squaws.'" When he sat down, Mahtoree, or White Crane, rose: "'I have listened,' said he, 'to what our father's words were yesterday; and I am to-day glad to see how you have dressed our old chief.

I am a young man, and do not wish to take much; my fathers have made me a chief; I had much sense before, but now I think I have more than ever.