Ouandarong (or old Baby) then rose up and spoke as follows:
Father! we can have but little to say besides returning you thanks in the name of Sastakaritze, what I shall deliver is in the name of the Wyndotts & Miamis.
Father! we thank our brothers, the Outawaas, Chippewas and Potawatomies for what they have said, it touched our hearts, we are of the very same way of thinking with them, What can we say different from them? No we and our brothers, the Miamis are of one mind with them, they have not missed a single thought we could have had on the same subject.
"For more than seventy years, I have hunted in this grove and fished in this stream, and for as many years I have worshiped on this ground. Through these groves, and over these prairies in pursuit of game, our fathers have roamed, and by them this land was left unto us an heritage forever. No one is more attached to their home than myself, and no one among you is so grieved to leave it. But the time is near at hand, when the red men of the forest will have to leave the land of their nativity, and find a home towards the setting sun.
