There is no cause for these rumors of war, and the Great Father has heard that the Pottawattomies are dissatisfied, and it has made him sad." The Indian looked from one to the other of us in the growing darkness, and made a gesture of contempt.
"The real Great White Father wears a red coat, and is friend to the Pottawattomie," he said with dignity.

"He no lie, no shut Indian out of Fort, no steal furs, no throw rum in river.

Who this man, White Chief?
He no soldier,--he long-knife." "Yes, he is a frontiersman, and came to the Fort yesterday with Wau-me-nuk, bringing word of greeting from the Great Father to the Pottawattomies.

He goes now with me to council.

May we pass on to your camp ?" For a moment Little Sauk did not answer, stepping closer in order that he might better scan my features.