Fellow Americans, what do we do about all these colonists?

Edited for location: I am an adult in the Tonawanda band of the Haudenosaunee.

So I was sitting in front of the lodge, enjoying a break from the snows, when up comes this foreigner babbling in his funny language. He was dressed in wool. WOOL! You know, sheep hair?

I had no idea what he was doing here at first. We accepted the jewelry and blankets to allow them to live on the shores of the seas, but now they are coming up into our mountains too. The deal was the live on the shores, not up in our mountains. I’m at a loss here, the man did need some help, but I’m not sure I feel comfortable having my children exposed to foreign ideas yet. They’re young and still very impressionable.