Doctor and Jack, having finished their murderous design, fled before they
could be apprehended, and lay six weeks in the woods back of Canisteo.
They then returned and sent me some wampum by Chongo, (my son-in-law,) and
Sun-ge-waw (that is Big Kettle) expecting that I would pardon them, and
suffer them to live as they had done with their tribe. I however, would
not accept their wampum, but returned it with a request, that, rather than
have them killed, they would run away and keep out of danger.
On their receiving back the wampum, they took my advice, and prepared to
leave their country and people immediately. Their relatives accompanied
them a short distance on their journey, and when about to part, their old
uncle, the Tall Chief, addressed them in the following pathetic and
sentimental speech:
"Friends, hear my voice!--When the Great Spirit made Indians, he made them
all good, and gave them good corn-fields; good rivers, well stored with
fish; good forests, filled with game and good bows and arrows. But very
soon each wanted more than his share, and Indians quarrelled with Indians,
and some were killed, and others were wounded.
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