But them redskins didn't hurt us.

And why, says ye?
'Cos they was scared of Jim.

It seemed they had a name for him in Shawnee which meant the 'old wolf that hunts by night.
They started out to take us way north of the Ohio to their Scioto villages, whar they said we would be punished.

Jim telled me to keep up my heart, for he reckoned we wasn't going north of no river.

Then he started to make friends with them redskins, and in two days he was the most popilar fellow in that company.