Letter from Paicouchaiby and Other Potawatomis, circa 14 August 1843

When I was a Boy I never think to lost our Land but now I am fare from my father I am Bline. But stil we attend to not Sel or Ekchang no we shut our yeres [ears] to our frends ar[e] on Misori & Opened tow you. Miamis, Nahachcewette, Mesaocobet, Megesse, Chaboitocke, this are Grate menes not Ch[i]efs but considarate, we think after you saw this lines father you will let us Know by your hand what you think. if your think we must Kipe our Land your are with us we chant Give up. if you say so. we are all aganst the ohe other Band, and Brave fellers in here.[two lines blank] [p. [2]]