with their blood.
Brothers,--If you do not unite with us, they will first
destroy us, and then you will fall an easy prey to them. They
have destroyed many nations of red men, because they were not
united, because they were not friends to each other.
Brothers,--The white people send runners amongst us; they wish
to make us enemies, that they may sweep over and desolate our
hunting grounds, like devastating winds, or rushing waters.
Brothers,--Our Great Father, over the great waters, is angry
with the white people, our enemies. He will send his brave
warriors against them; he will send us rifles, and whatever
else we want--he is our friend, and we are his children.
Brothers,--Who are the white people that we should fear them?
They cannot run fast, and are good marks to shoot at: they are
only men; our fathers have killed many of them: we are not
squaws, and we will stain the earth red with their blood.
Brothers,--The Great Spirit is angry with our enemies; he
speaks in thunder, and the earth swallows up villages, and
drinks up the Mississippi. The great waters will cover their
lowlands; their corn cannot grow; and the Great Spirit will
sweep those who escape to the hills from the earth with his
terrible breath.
Brothers,--We must be united; we must smoke the same pipe; we
must fight each other's battles; and, more than all, we must
love the Great Spirit: he is for us; he will destroy our
enemies, and make all his red children happy.
Conclusion of Major-General Brock's general order, Detroit, 16th August,
1812: "The conduct of the Indians under Colonel Elliott, Captain M'Kee,
and the other officers of that department, joined to that of the gallant
and brave chiefs of their respective tribes, has since the commencement
of the war been marked with acts of true heroism, and in nothing can
they testify more strongly their love to the king, their great father,
than in following the dictates of honor and humanity, by which they have
been hitherto actuated. Two fortifications have already been captured
from the enemy, without a drop of blood being shed by the hands of the
Indians: the instant the enemy submitted, his life became sacred."
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote 86: To the facts and observations above stated I must add the
extraordinary circumstance, that a staff officer was sent, express from
Montreal to Upper Can
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