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A bird shrieks in the air. Its cries are for its young. Lo! a huge snake outstretched. This is the troubler. It would crush us with its weight. Lean not upon it. -- But the bird shrieking towards the setting sun is ours. Now come its cries distinctly. How can we escape? But, be prudent! -- be humble! Most clearly will you hear the bird's loud shriek. Will you not say when its wail startles the leaves "it is my ears." The snake can be cut asunder. When the snake tongue moves, touch it not. It will not be good for you to take hold of it. Let him put out his tongue as he may list. You are hemmed in by multitudes and must give no heed. Perhaps the bird may pluck us out. But you way has been choked. This winter shape your course round by Arkansas. Bring with you large and little. I, who write this, am Kah-tungh-wall-be. Thus every where are we treated the race of the white-skin. He has overcome us & he is finished. He seems