A few days afterwards the Americans arrived. I, in company with my
band, went to take leave for the last time of our father. The
Americans came to see him also. Seeing their approach, we passed out
at one door as they came in at another. We immediately embarked in
our canoes for our village on Rock river, not liking the change any
more than our friends at St. Louis appeared to.

On arriving at our village we gave out the news that a strange people
had taken possession of St. Louis and that we should never see our
generous Spanish father again. This information cast a deep gloom
over our people.

Sometime afterwards a boat came up the river with a young American
chief, at that time Lieutenant, and afterwards General Pike, and a
small party of soldiers aboard. The boat at length arrived at Rock
river and the young chief came on shore with his interpreter. He made
us a speech and gave us some presents, in return for which we gave him
meat and such other provisions as we could spare.

We were well pleased with the speech of the young chief. He gave us
good advice and said our American father would treat us well. He
presented us an American flag which we hoisted. He then requested us
to lower the _British colors_, which were waving in the air, and to
give him our British medals, promising to send others on his return to
St: Louis. This we declined to do as we wished to have two fathers.

When the young chief started we sent runners to the village of the
Foxes, some miles distant, to direct them to treat him well as he
passed, which they did. He went to the head of the Mississippi and
then returned to St. Louis. We did not see any Americans again for