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gone. Where is my blanket? It is gone. Where is my shirt? You have sold it for whiskey! Now, brothers, figure to yourselves what a condition this man must be in; he has a family at home, a wife and children, who stand in need of the profits of his hunting, what must their wants be, when he himself is also without a shirt. After expressing his hope that the Great Spirit would aid the Friends in their efforts to assist the Indians, and that they would use any influence they possessed with the great council of the United States on their behalf, and again alluding to the baneful effects of spirituous liquors, and the bad advice of wicked men who wished to keep them in ig-norance, he finished by declaring that he desired all that he had said should be made public, provided the Friends had no objection thereto. The Five Medals then rose and said:-My Brothers and Friends: I have nothing to say on the subject we have now been talking over. My friend, the Little Turtle, has given you a full answer to those things you have mentioned to us; we are but one people, and have but one voice. We hope, brothers, that your friendship and ours may never be broken. Evan Thomas, then adressed them again as follows.-Friends and Brothers: What you have communicated at this time, has been clearly understood, and we are glad to find we see things in the same light that you see them.