What you white man want get 'em here? Why him no stay Boston country? Me stay my country; no ask you come here. Too much soldier man go all around everywhere. Too much make pop-gun. Him say kill bird, kill bear—some time him kill Indian. Soldier man too much shut eye, open eye at squaw. Squaw no like; s'pose squaw like, Indian man no like nohow. Me no understand white man. Plenty good thing him country; plenty blanket; plenty gun; plenty powder; plenty horse. Indian country plenty nothing. No good Weenas give you horse. No good Loolowcan go Dalles. Bad Indians there. Small-pox there. Very much all bad. Me no like white man no-how. S'pose go away, me like. …
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A Chinook Sartor Resartus
By Theodore Winthrop
Now, however, Owhhigh, dropping in unceremoniously, laid aside his sham dignity with a purpose. We had before agreed upon the terms of payment for my guide. The ancient horse-thief sat like a Pacha, smoking an inglorious dhudeen, and at last, glancing at certain articles of raiment of mine, thus familiarly, in Chinook, broke silence.
Owhhigh. "Halo she collocks nika tenas; no breeches hath my son." (the guide)
I. (in an Indianesque tone of some surprise, but great indifference) "Ah hagh!"
Owhhigh. "Pe halo shirt; and no shirt."
I. (assenting with equal indifference) "Ah hagh!"
Owhhigh smokes, and is silent, and Spokan Adonis fugues in, "Pe wake yaka shoes; and no shoes hath he."
Another aide-de-camp takes up the strain. "Yahwah mitlite shoes, clos he copa Owhhigh tenas; there are shoes (pointing to a pair of mine) good for the son of Owhhigh."
I. "Stick shoes ocock,—wake Closhe copa siwash; hard shoes (not moccasins) those,—not good for Indian."
Owhhigh. "Hyas tyee mika,—hin mitlite ikta,—halo ikta
