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Oak,chume of the upper Towns then Spoke I see you today in the shade of your own house. I am a poor distressed red man -- I know not how to ask anything -- I am in the place here from the upper towns. My Uncle was the Great Chief of the Nation, kept all paths clean and swept out, long poles of peau?, a number of Officers and Chiefs in his Army -- He is gone, he is dead, he has left us behind -- You three beloved even in my presence? I am glad to see you -- -- You may be my father for what I know. The Great Spirit above is over us all. I hold my five fingers and with them I hold yours, mine are black, but I whiten them for the occasion -- I understood your Great father General Washington was dead and that the great council got together and appointed another in his stead, who has not forgot us and who loves us as our father Washington did and I am glad to hear our father the President wishes that the Sun may shine bright over his red Children -- The Chickasaws are my old Brothers -- you visited them and talked to them before I saw you here. I understood you asked for a big path to be cut, a white path, a path of peace and that they granted it to you as far as their lands extended. I grant it like wise. There are no big water courses, there are no big rivers nor creeks and therefore no occasion for canoes, nor is there any occasion for horse boats. It is not our wish that there should be any houses built. The reason I give is that there is a number of young warriors