He reminded the
listeners that even the Pawnee Loups had been obliged to chase many
unworthy individuals from their villages. The Wahcondah sometimes
veiled his countenance from a Red-man. No doubt the Great Spirit of
the Pale-faces often looked darkly on his children. Such as were
abandoned to the worker of evil could never be brave or virtuous, let
the colour of the skin be what it might. He bade his young men look at
the hands of the Big-knives. They were not empty, like those of hungry
beggars. Neither were they filled with goods, like those of knavish
traders. They were, like themselves, warriors, and they carried arms
which they knew well how to use--they were worthy to be called
brothers!
Then he directed the attention of all to the chief of the strangers.
He was a son of their great white father. He had not come upon the
prairies to frighten the buffaloes from their pastures, or to seek the
game of the Indians. Wicked men had robbed him of one of his wives; no
doubt she was the most obedient, the meekest, the loveliest of them
all.
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