Brothers,
When our young men have been out hunt-
ing, and are returning home loaded with skins
and furs; on their way, if it happens that they
come where some of this whiskey is deposited,
the white man who sells it, tells them to take a
little drink. Some of them will say No, I do
not want it. They go on till they come to ano-
ther house, where they find more of the same
kind of drink. It is there offered again; they
refuse; and again the third time; but finally,
the fourth or fifth time, one accepts of it, and
takes a drink; and getting one, he wants ano-
ther; and then a third, and fourth, till his senses
have left him. After his reason comes back
again to him; when he gets up, and finds where
he is, he asks for his peltry. The answer is,
You have drunk them. Where is my gun?
It is gone. Where is my blanket? It is
gone. Where is my shirt? You have sold
it for whiskey!! Now, Brothers, figure to your-
selves what condition this man must be in. He
has a family at home; a wife and children, who
stand in need of the profits of his hunting. What
must be their wants, when he himself is even
without a shirt!