The last council he attended he recommended to both parties among his people, the Christian and Pagan, that they should resolve to quarrel no more, but each man believe according, to his own way. In his last public speech to his people he said: "I am about to leave you, and when I am gone, and my warning shall no longer be heard or regarded, the craft and avarice of the white man will prevail. Many winters have I breasted the storm, but I am an aged tree and can stand no longer. My leaves are fallen, my branches are withered, and I am shaken by every breeze. Soon my aged trunk will be prostrate, and the foot of the exulting foe of the Indian may be placed upon it in safety; for I have none who will be able to avenge such an indignity. Think not I mourn for myself. I go to join the spirits of my fathers, where age can not come; but my heart fails me when I think of my people, who are so soon to be scattered and forgotten." {Illustration: Red Jacket presents a buck to the delegation from Philadelphia.} In less than nine years after his death "the craft and avarice of the white man" had prevailed, as he predicted, and "every foot of the ancient inheritance of the Senecas was ceded to the white man, in exchange for a tract west of the Mississippi." Through the intervention of the Friends, however, this calamity was averted, and for the first and only time, the Indians recovered their land after it had been fraudulently obtained. Red Jacket was buried in the little mission burying ground, at the gateway of what was once an old fort. A simple stone was erected to mark his grave, and the spot became a resort for travelers from far and near. The following inscription was cut on his tombstone: SA-GO-YE-WAT-HA, THE KEEPER AWAKE. RED JACKET, CHIEF OF THE WOLF TRIBE OF THE SENECAS. Died, Jan. 20, 1830. Aged, 78 years. His headstone was desecrated by relic-hunting vandals, until his name disappeared from the marble.