"Cornplanter's" contemporary and great rival, "Red Jacket" spoke eloquently of this transformation in his poignant farewell address (1830):
"I am about to leave you, and when I am gone and my warnings shall no longer be heard or regarded, the craft and avarice of the white man will prevail. Many winters have I weathered the storm but I am an ancient tree and can stand no longer. My leaves have fallen, my branches withered and I am shaken by every breeze. Soon my aged trunk will be prostrate and the exulting foe of the Indian may be placed upon it in safety; for I leave none who will be able to avenge such an indignity. Think not that I mourn for myself for I go to join the spirits of my fathers where age cannot come; but my heart fails when I think of my people who are soon to be scattered and forgotten..."