killed thirteen of their bravest warriors with my own hands.

Our enemies having now been driven from our hunting grounds, with so
great a loss as they sustained, we returned in peace to our village.
After the seasons of mourning and burying our dead braves and of
feasting and dancing had passed, we commenced preparations for our
winter's hunt. When all was ready we started on the chase and
returned richly laden with the fruits of the hunter's toil.

We usually paid a visit to St. Louis every summer, but in consequence
of the long protracted war in which we had been engaged, I had not
been there for some years.

Our difficulties all having been settled, I concluded to take a small
party and go down to see our Spanish father during the summer. We
went, and on our arrival put up our lodges where the market house now
stands. After painting and dressing we called to see our Spanish
father and were kindly received. He gave us a great variety of
presents and an abundance of provisions. We danced through the town
as usual, and the inhabitants all seemed well pleased. They seemed to
us like brothers, and always gave us good advice. On my next and last
visit to our Spanish father, I discovered on landing, that all was not
right. Every countenance seemed sad and gloomy. I inquired the cause
and was informed that the Americans were coming to take possession of
the town and country, and that we were to lose our Spanish father.
This news made me and my band exceedingly sad, because we had always
heard bad accounts of the Americans from the Indians who had lived
near them. We were very sorry to lose our Spanish father, who had
always treated us 'with great friendship.