Note 1 — Chapter XIII · THE DARKEST PAGE OF INDIAN HISTORY.
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“Brothers:—The sons of my beloved brother Onas.1 When I was young and strong, our country was full of game which the Good Spirit sent for us to live upon; the lands which belonged to us were extended far beyond where we hunted; I and the people of my nation, had enough to eat, and always something to give our friends, when they entered our cabins, and we rejoiced when they received it from us; hunting was then not tiresome—it was a diversion—it was a pleasure.