I shall fall in battle by the shores of Andiatarocte (the Iroquois name of Lake George) and there is no cause to mourn.

I have lived the three score years and ten which the Americans and English say is the allotted age of man, and what could be better for a Mohawk chief, when the right end for his days has come, than to fall gloriously at the head of his warriors?
I have known you long, Great Bear.

You have always been the friend of the Hodenosaunee.

You have understood us, you have never lied to us, and tricked us, as the fat traders do.

I think that when I draw my last breath you will not be far away and it will be well.