When An Indian Fights, He

I Pressed My Father's Hand And Told Him I Would Protect His Grave With My Life. My Father Smiled And Passed Away To The Spirit Land.

It Does Not Require Many Words To Speak The Truth.

Good Words Will Not Give Me Back My Children.

The White Men Told Lies For Each Other. They Drove Off A Great Many Of Our Cattle. Some Branded Our Young Cattle So They Could Claim Them.

A Chief Called Lawyer, Because He Was A Great Talker, Took The Lead In The Council, And Sold Nearly All The Nez Perce Country.