Brother:
I am going to speak to you once more. I hope you will hear me. It has been a great while since I have heard from you. I used to hear from you often, but I fear you have forgot me. In your last talk to me you promised to have your people taken off our grounds, but it is not yet done. When one goes off two comes in his place. We are in a great deal of trouble about it. Our young men are afraid to go out a hunting. Your people are always rangeing through our Country, and marking our lands. We beg that you our elder Brother who is the head of all your people, will have them moved off. We are not willing to quarrell with our Brothers. I therefore beg that you will take pity on us, and not suffer your people to take all our Country from us. You promised to meet us and talk with us, but we cannot see you which makes us very uneasy. We fear you have throwed us away. There has been people
who lives a great way off with us giving us talks but we stopped our Ears to them. We don't want to make any new acquaintances, neither do we want to turn our faces from Our Elder Brother of North Carolina. I should say a great deal more, but our friend Colonel Martin promises to deliver this talk to our Elder Brother, and he knows all our business. I hope you our Elder Brother will listen to him as if I was present, as he will stand before my elder Brother in my place. And as a token of my friendship I send you a String of white beads.