destruction of all the red
men.

Brothers,--When the white men first set foot on our grounds,
they were hungry; they had no place on which to spread their
blankets, or to kindle their fires. They were feeble; they
could do nothing for themselves. Our fathers commiserated
their distress, and shared freely with them whatever the Great
Spirit had given his red children. They gave them food when
hungry, medicine when sick, spread skins for them to sleep on,
and gave them grounds, that they might hunt and raise
corn.--Brothers, the white people are like poisonous serpents:
when chilled, they are feeble and harmless; but invigorate
them with warmth, and they sting their benefactors to death.

The white people came among us feeble; and now that we have
made them strong, they wish to kill us, or drive us back, as
they would wolves and panthers. Brothers,--The white men are
not friends to the Indians: at first, they only asked for land
sufficient for a wigwam; now, nothing will satisfy them but
the whole of our hunting grounds, from the rising to the
setting sun.

Brothers,--The white men want more than our hunting grounds;
they wish to kill our old men, women, and little ones.

Brothers,--Many winters ago, there was no land; the sun did
not rise and set; all was darkness. The Great Spirit made all
things. He gave the white people a home beyond the great
waters. He supplied these grounds with game, and gave them to
his red children; and he gave them strength and courage to
defend them.

Brothers,--My people wish for peace; the red men all wish for
peace; but where the white people are, there is no peace for
them, except it be on the bosom of our mother.

Brothers,--The white men despise and cheat the Indians; they
abuse and insult them; they do not think the red men
sufficiently good to live.

The red men have borne many and great injuries; they ought to
suffer them no longer. My people will not; they are determined
on vengeance; they have taken up the tomahawk; they will make
it fat with blood; they will drink the blood of the white
people.

Brothers,--My people are brave and numerous; but the white
people are too strong for them alone. I wish you to take up
the tomahawk with them. If we all unite, we will cause the
rivers to stain the great waters