I sat there crying and crying. I was lost, I didn’t know what to do. In the distance, I saw a boat. It was a beautiful white boat carved out of stone. The man inside paddled to shore and came to me. I said, “My name is.”
“Hiawatha.” interrupted the man.
I was amazed to know he knew my name then he continued and said,“I-I-I have-e come to-o-o tell all the tribes in this nation a message-e-e of peace-e-e that an ancient god has told me to convey. As you can see I am not a very gifted speaker but you are.”
“What do you want?” I said.
“I see you are wise too, I want you to speak for me when I convey my message of peace to the tribes.” The man said.
“I would happily but why should I be at peace with the person that killed my family?” I replied.
“You will find out along the journey,” he said back to me.