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 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.”