in
retum. His people are many. T hey are like the grass that covers vast prairies. My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain. The great,
but is willing good, White Chief sends us word that he wishes to buy our lands
allow us enough to live comfortably. This indeed appears just, even
There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind.
ruled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with
the greatness of tribes that are now but a mournful memory. I will not dwell on, nor
moum over, our untimely decay, nor reproach my paleface brothers with hastening
It, as we too may have been somew hat to blame.
Youth is impulsive. When our young men grow angry at some real or imaginary
wrong, and disfigure their faces with black paint, it denotes that their hearts are
black, and that they are often cruel and relentless, and our old men and old women
are unable to restrain them. Thus it has ever been. Thus it was when the White Man
began to push our forefathers ever westward. But let us hope that the hostilities
between us may never retum. We would have everything to lose and nothing to gain
Revenge by young men is considered gain, even at the cost of their own lives, but
ld men who stay at home in times of war, and mothers who have sons to lose, know
he is now
as yours, since King George has moved his boundaries further north-our great
and good father, I say, sends us word that if we do as he desires he will protect us
His brave warriors will be to us a bristling wall of strength, and his wonderful ships
of
the nort
Haidas and Tsimshians, will cease to frighten our women, children and old men. He
Ny br will be our father and we will be his children
