human
Must Wacora depart to-day?
gpt
At sunset I must leave you, uncle,
human
And when do you return?
gpt
Not till you come back from Tampa Bay. I have still much to do. My father's death has still placed me in a position of trust, and I must not neglect its duties.
human
I and my tribe depart from this place in seven days.
gpt
And Nelatu, where is he?
human
I expected him ere this. He and Red Wolf went away together.
gpt
They went upon a hunting excursion, and if not able to return in time, were to go on to the bay, and there await our coming.
human
You still make your summer encampment upon the hill. I have not seen it since I was a boy. It is a shame, too, since out people are buried there.
gpt
Yes; and, therefore, it is dear to you as to me.
human
And yet the whites have a settlement near it. It was your gift to them, uncle, I remember that.
gpt
Well, I owed their chief a debt of gratitude, I paid it. He is my friend.
human
said Wacora, with a bitter smile;
gpt
Still unjust, Wacora. I thought you had changed. The foolish sentiments of youth should give place to the wisdom of age.
human
I do not, will not, trust in the white man! answered the young chief.
gpt
What has he done to our race that we should believe in him? Look at his acts and then trust him if you can. Where are the Mohawks, the Shawnees, the Delawares, and the Narragansets? How has the white man kept faith with them?
human
All white men are not alike, responded Oluski.
gpt
A pale-face befriended me when I required aid. The deed always weighs against the word. I could not be ungrateful.
human
Well, Oluski's gratitude has been proved, returned Wacora.
gpt
But let him beware of those on whom it has been bestowed.