The Earth Is Our Mother.

Our Chiefs Are Killed. . . . The Little Children Are Freezing To Death. . . . My People Have No Blankets, No Food. . . . My Heart Is Sick And Sad. . . . I Will Fight No More Forever.

I Am Tired Of Talk That Comes To Nothing It Makes My Heart Sick When I Remember All The Good Words And All The Broken Promises. There Has Been Too Much Talking By Men Who Had No Right To Talk. It Does Not Require Many Words To Speak The Truth.

We Damaged All The Big Guns We Could, And Carried Away The Powder And The Lead.

If The White Man Wants To Live In Peace With The Indian He Can Live In Peace.

My Father Was The First To See Through The Schemes Of The White Man.