“Brothers: The King is not a friend to the Indians. At first he only asked for lands sufficient for a wigwam; but now nothing will satisfy him but the whole of our hunting-grounds from the rising to the setting sun. “The King wants more than our hunting-grounds; he wishes to kill all our old men, women and little ones. “Our enemies despise and cheat the Indians; they abuse and insult them; they do not think the red men sufficiently good to live. “Brothers: Who are our enemies that we should fear them? They can not run fast, and are good marks to shoot at; they are only men; our fathers have killed many of them; we are not squaws, and we will stain the earth red with their blood. “Brothers: We must compare our enemies to a fat dog that carries its tail upon its back; but when affrighted it drops its tail between its legs and runs away. “O Brothers: The children of our great father Penn are different; they do not love war; they love peace and happiness. When I heard the voice of my great father coming up the valley of the mountains, calling me to this feast, it seemed as a murmuring wind. I got up from my mat where I sat musing, and hastened to obey it. My pathway hither has been clear and bright. There is not a cloud to darken it. Truly it is a pleasant sky above our heads to-day. I have nothing but pleasant words for my father’s children. The raven is not waiting for his prey. I hear no eagle cry. Come, brothers, let us go, the feast is ready.” The whites, at the conclusion of this burst of native eloquence, were visibly affected. The delivery was impassioned and clear. For the moment all seemed to be transfixed by the impressive character of the speech. James Greydon, however, walked up to the savage chieftain, shook him by the hand, saying: “Good, good, my friend,” and then escorted him by the arm to the tables. The whole assemblage arose and followed in order. When the Indians were all arranged by themselves on each side of the table, the sachem stepped to the head and gave thanks to the Great Spirit in loud and earnest tones by some word of their dialect which sounded to the European ear like “Wah, Wah,” and when he had finished, in no less earnest tones, the whole assembly of natives replied by words which sounded like “Swe, Swe.” At once thereafter the solemnity of the occasion was at an end. The Indians began to talk and laugh. The feast began.