an one, as the question was artfully designed
to draw from us.

At another time they told us, we must
wait with patience for an answer, for it
was a great thing and they were all consul-
ting about it in their houses.

About 5 o'clock they informed us they
were nearly ready, and wished to know if it
would suit us this evening.

We answered that we were waiting
their time, but as the day was far spent,
left it with them to judge whether this
evening would be suitable. About 6 o'clock thirty
of them met us in public council.

The opportunity seemed to be owned, a degree
of solemnity attending. After a short pause
Cornplanter

and his son Henry stood up and
opened the council. The following is the
substance of his speech.

Brothers the Quakers.

Listen now to
what I am going to say to you, You know
brothers the red people are poor, they are not
like white people. The Great Spirit has
made them of another language, so that
it is very hard for us to understand one
another plainly, as there is no person here
that can interpret very well.