HARRISON. Yes; even at a distance I can see His eyes distilling anger. 'Tis no sign Of treachery, which ever drapes with smiles The most perfidious purpose. Our poor strength Would fall at once should he break out on us; But let us hope 'tis yet a war of wits Where firmness may enact the part of force. [_Orderly returns_.] What answer do you bring? ORDERLY. Tecumseh says: "Houses are built for whites-- the red man's house, Leaf-roofed, and walled with living oak, is there-- [_Pointing to the grove_.] Let our white brother meet us in it!" 2ND OFFICER. Oh! White brother! So he levels to your height, And strips your office of its dignity. 3RD OFFICER. 'Tis plain he cares not for your dignity, And touchingly reminds us of our tenets. Our nation spurns the outward shows of state, And ceremony dies for lack of service. Pomp is discrowned, and throned regality Dissolved away in our new land and laws. Man is the Presence here! 1ST OFFICER. Well, for my part, I like not that one in particular. [_Pointing toward_ TECUMSEH.] 3RD OFFICER. No more do I! I wish I were a crab, And had its courtly fashion of advancing. HARRISON. Best yield to him, the rather that he now Invites our confidence. His heavy force Scants good opinion somewhat, yet I know There's honor, aye, and kindness in this Chief. [_Rising_.] 3RD OFFICER. Yes, faith, he loves us all, and means to keep Locks of our hair for memory. Here goes. [_All rise_.] _Servants and soldiers carry chairs and benches to the grove, followed by_ GENERAL HARRISON _and others, who seat themselves-- _TECUMSEH _and his followers still standing in the lower part of the grove_. HARRISON. We have not met to bury our respect, Or mar our plea with lack of courtesy. The Great Chief knows it is his father's wish That he should sit by him. TECUMSEH. My father's wish! My father is the sun; the earth my mother [_Pointing to each in turn_.] And on her mighty bosom I shall rest. [TECUMSEH _and his followers seat themselves on the grass_.]