“The Great Spirit has not given to the red man, as He has to the white man, the power to look into the dark, and see what to-morrow has in its hand; but He has given him the sense to know what experience teaches him.  Look around, and remember!  Away when time was young, all this broad land was the red man’s, and there was none to make him afraid.  The woods were wide and wild, and the red deer, and the bear, and the wild turkey were everywhere, and all were his.  He was great, and, with abundance, was happy.  From the salt sea to the Great River the land was his:  the Great Spirit had given it to him.  He made the woods for the red man, the deer, the bear, and the turkey; and for these He made the red man.  He made the white man for the fields, and taught him how to make ploughs, to have cattle and horses, and how to make books, because the white man needed these.  He did not make these a necessity to the red man.

“Away beyond the mighty waters of the dreary sea, He gave the white man a home, with everything he wanted, and He gave him a mind which was for him, and only him.  The red man is satisfied with the gifts to him of the Great Spirit; and he did not know there was a white man who had other gifts for his different nature, until he came in his winged canoes across the great water, and our fathers met him at Yamacrow.  The Great Spirit gave him a country, and He gave the red man a country.  Why did he leave his own and come to take the red man’s?  Did the Great Spirit tell him to do this?  He gave him His word in a book:  do you find it there?  Then read it for us, that we may hear.  If He did, then He is not just.  We see Him in the sun, and moon, and stars.  We hear Him in the thunder, and feel Him in the mighty winds; but He made no book for the red man to tell Him his will, but we see in all His works justice.  The sun, and the moon, and the stars, and the ground keep their places, and never leave them to crowd upon one another.  They stay where He placed them, and come not to trouble or to take from one another what He had given.  Only the white man does this.  A few—­a little handful—­came in their canoe to the land of the red man, as spirits come out of the water.  The red man gave them his hand.  He gave them meat, and corn, and a home, and welcomed them to come and live with him.  And the flying canoes came again and again, and many came in them, and at last they brought their great chief, with his long knife by his side, and his red coat, and he asked for more land.  Our chiefs and warriors met him, and sold him another portion of our lands; and his white squaws came with him, and they made houses and homes near our people.  They made fields, and had horses and herds, and grew faster than our people, and drove away the deer and the turkeys deeper into the woods.  And then they wanted more land, and our chiefs and warriors sold them more land, and now again another piece, until now we have but a little of our all.  And you come again with the same story on your forked tongues, and wish to buy the last we have of all we had, and offer us a home away beyond the Great River, and money, and tell us we shall there have a home forever, free from the white man’s claims, and in which we shall dwell in peace, with no one to make us afraid.