And wish the Path of Peace was made more plain,

The Calumet I do not choose to smoke,

Till I see further, and my other Chiefs

Have been consulted. Tell your King from me,

That first or last a Rogue will be detected,

That I have Warriors, am myself a King,

And will be honour'd and obey'd as such;

Tell him my Subjects shall not be oppress'd,

But I will seek Redress and take Revenge;

Tell your King this; I have no more to say.

Sharp.

Sharp.

To our great King your Gifts we will convey,

And let him know the Talk we've had with you;

We're griev'd we cannot smoke the Pipe of Peace,

And part with stronger Proofs of Love and Friendship;

Meantime we hope you'll so consider Matters,

As still to keep the Hatchet dull and buried,

And open wide the shining Path of Peace,

That you and we may walk without a Blunder.

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