Viceroy Charles Cornwallis had come down to Miami, after hearing about the arrival of an envoy from the South, from the Inca. Upon arrival, he was brought to one of the local longhouses, where the man was brought before him. He looked at the man, and asked him: "Pray tell me sir, what can I do for you?"
The Incan man spoke, but it was in one of these awful native grunting languages. Cornwallis called for one of the American natives, thinking perhaps he might be able to decipher these grunts. However, no real progress was made. Cornwallis leaned over to one of his native slaves and said: "I find this immensely tedious. Please, when, or should I say, if, you find out what this man wants, then send an envoy and let me know what it is. When you are done with him, give him some furs and assorted trinkets and whatnot, and send him on his way."
He got up, saluted the Incan man, and walked out of the longhouse.