ᎦᎳᎱᏂ ᎤᏬᏪᎳᏅ ᎪᏪᎵ ᎠᏆᏦᏩᎭᏂ, ᏩᎩᎷᏨ ᎤᏁᎦ ᎠᏓᏁᎸ, ᏩᎩᎶᏒ ᎠᏦᎭᏴ, ᏤᎩᏏᏂ ᎤᏤᎵ ᏐᏈᎵ ᎦᏙᎬ ᏕᎦᏫᏍᏛᏁᎲ ᏛᎦ ᏃᎴ ᎦᏟᎲ, ᎦᎶᎯᏍᏗ ᏩᎩᎶᏒ.
Calhoun’s letter in pocket, I walked up to the White House, past the paddock where Jackson’s horse stood switching flies and dozing, and on through the door.