I am a chief, and the ruler over many tribes.  My influence extends to the waters of the great lakes, and to the far blue mountains.  I have traveled a long and weary path that I might see the young warrior of the great battle.

It was on the day when the white man’s blood mixed with the streams of our forest that first beheld this chief.  I called to my young men and said, Mark yon tall and daring warrior?  He is not of the red-coat tribe—he hath an Indian’s wisdom, and his warriors fight as we do—himself is alone exposed.  Quick, let your aim be certain, and he dies.  Our rifles were leveled, riles which but for him knew not how to miss—‘twas all in vain; a power mightier far than we shielded him from harm.  He cannot die in battle.

I am old, and soon shall be gathered to the great council fire of my fathers in the land of shades; but ere I go there is something bids me speak in the voice of prophecy.  Listen!

The Great Spirit protects that man, and guides his destines—he will become the chief of nations, and a people yet unborn will hail him as the founder of a mighty empire!

Parry, Allison and Skousen, The Real George Washington, National Center for Constitutional Studies, 2008. p. 49.

NOTE: This chief and his warriors defeated British General Braddock and his troops in the summer of 1755.  Washington served under Braddock at that time.  Washington had two horses shot out from under him, a bullet hole in his hat and three more bullet holes in his jacket.  In 1770, the old Indian chief heard that then Colonel Washington was visiting the ‘western country’ and made it a point to meet him in person.

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