The Creek Nation gathered for the last time at the Ocmulgee Mounds in Macon, where Chief Speckled Snake spoke to a council of the chiefs. 

"Brothers! We have heard the talk of our great father, it is very kind, he says he loves his red children.

Brothers! I have listened to many talks from our great father. When he first came over the wide waters, he was but a little man, and wore a red coat. Our chiefs met him on the banks of the river Savannah, and smoked with him the pipe of peace. He was then very little. His legs were cramped by sitting long in his big boat, and he begged for a little land to light his fire on. He said he had come over the wide waters to teach Indians new things, and to make them happy. He said he loved his red brothers, he was very kind.

The Muscogees gave the white man land, and kindled him a fire, that he might warm himself; and when his enemies, the pale faces of the south, made war on him their young men drew the tomahawk, and protected his head from the scalping knife. But when the white man had warmed himself before the Indian's fire, and filled himself, with their hominy, he became very large. With a step he bestrode the mountains, and his feet covered the plains and the vallies. His hands grasped the eastern and the western sea, and his head rested on the moon. Then he became our Great Father. He loved his red children, and he said, “Get a little further, least I tread on thee." With one foot he pushed the red man over the Oconee, and with the other he trampled down the graves of his fathers, and the forests were he had so long hunted the deer. But our Great Father still loved his red children, and he soon made them another talk. He said, "Get a little further; your are too near me." But there were some bad men among the Museogees then, as there are now. They lingered around the graves of their ancestors, till they were crushed beneath the heavy tread of our Great Father. Their teeth pierced his feet, and made him angry. Yet he continued to love his red children; and when he found them too slow in moving, he sent his great guns before him to sweep his path.

Brothers! I have listened to a great many talks from our great father. But they always began and ended in this "Get a little further; you are too near me."

Brothers! Our great father says that “where we now are, our white brothers have always claimed the land.” He speaks with a strait tongue, and cannot lie, but when he first came over the wide waters, while he was yet small, and stood before the great chief at the council on Yamacraw Bluff, he said - "Give me a little land, which you can spare, and I will pay you for it."