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Country where the silver grows. We meet them daily returning from their hunts and some remain among the Red men of their countries, in order no doubt to rise and take their lands from them when a proper opportunity occurs. Do you think, my Brother, that we do not see these things? We have a heart to feel, eyes to see, ears to hear. Where are all these promises made us by Bayoso in the name of our Father? Are they forgot because we granted all you asked? My Nation who only yeilded to my representation the land on which you now are, have they not room to believe us an accomplice of those who abandon them at so critical a moment? Do you believe, my Brother, that I am safe from their reproaches or that I have not already felt {illegible}? Yes, my brother, they see that the land we gave and which you now abandon cannot be defended by us, as our Forst are the woods and you have converted it into an open field. Governor Gaynoso writes us that you are a man of valor named by our Father at Orleans to watch over and protect us. Why do you not comply with his instructions? Tell me without falsehood what we are to do for we are informed that the Americans are now coming to mark our trees and take possession of our lands. If this is true I cannot answer for the consequences for our Brothers the Choctaws are no more displeased than we are to permit them. For my part I am a leader of my nation and I will lay down my life to prove to them that my intentions were good in {illegible} them in your favor. Tell me if I may return to my Nation to appease the tumult of their minds. Shall I tell them the talk of the Americans is falsehood? Shall I assure our warriors, our children, and our women that your flag will always wave in our land, or tell them to prepare to die?