In My Early Days, I

I Wish It To Be Remembered That I Was The Last Man Of My Tribe To Surrender My Rifle.

What Does It Matter How Long I Pray, So Long As My Prayers Are Answered?

Inside Of Me There Are Two Dogs. One Is Mean And Evil And The Other Is Good And They Fight Each Other All The Time. When Asked Which One Wins I Answer, The One I Feed The Most.

I Surrender This Rifle To You Through My Young Son, Whom I Now Desire To Teach In This Manner That He Has Become A Friend Of The Americans. I Wish Him To Learn The Habits Of The Whites And To Be Educated As Their Sons Are Educated. I Wish It To Be Remembered That I Was The Last Man Of My Tribe To Surrender My Rifle. This Boy Has Given It To You, And He Now Wants To Know How He Is Going To Make A Living.

Each Man Is Good In His Sight. It Is Not Necessary For Eagles To Be Crows.