Mere words, yet ominous. Could we restore Our purchases, and make a treaty line, All might be well; but who would stand to it? 2ND COUNCILLOR. It is not to be thought of. (OTHER COUNCILLORS: No, no, no.) In further parley at the river's edge, Scenting a coming war, he clapped his hands, And said the English whooped his people on, As if his braves were hounds to spring at us; Compared our nation to a whelming flood, And called his scheme a dam to keep it back-- Then proffered the old terms; whereat I urged A peaceful mission to the President. But, by apt questions, gleaning my opinion, Ere I was ware, of such a bootless trip, He drew his manly figure up, then smiled, And said our President might drink his wine In safety in his distant town, whilst we-- Over the mountains here--should fight it out: Then entering his bark, well-manned with braves, Bade me let matters rest till he returned From his far mission to the distant tribes, Waved an adieu, and, in a trice, was gone. 2ND COUNCILLOR. Your news is but an earnest of his work. 4TH COUNCILLOR. This Chief's dispatch should be our own example. Let matters rest, forsooth, till he can set Our frontier in a blaze! Such cheap advice Pulls with the President's, not mine.

Harrison Monologue from Tecumseh : a Drama

Rehearse Harrison's monologue