"After this interesting conference had closed, the old chief with his
interpreter, bade us a very civil and kind farewell, and set forth on foot
for his own wigwam.
"It was four years after this before I had the pleasure of again seeing my
old friend. I was then on a flying visit to Black Rock. At an early day I
repaired to his village, but he was not at home. Ten days after, as we
were just leaving the shore in the steamboat to go up the lake, he
suddenly presented himself. It was unhappily too late to return. He hailed
me by name, and pointed with much animation to such parts of his person as
were decorated with some red cloth which I at parting had presented to
him, and which, though not worn as a jacket, was with much taste
distributed over his person. These he exhibited as proofs of his friendly
recollection.
"The last time I ever saw him was at the close of Mr. Adams'
administration. He, with a new interpreter (Major Berry having been
removed by death), had been on a visit to his old friend, Co-na-shus-tah,
then Secretary of War. After spending some time at the capital, where I
often met him, and had the horror to see his dignity often laid in the
dust, by excessive drunkenness, he paid me by invitation a final visit at
Baltimore, on his way home. He took only time enough to dine. He looked
dejected and forlorn. He and his interpreter had each a suit of common
infantry uniform, and a sword as common, which he said had been presented
to him at the war department.
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