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They Claim This Mother Of Ours, The Earth, For Their Own Use, And Fence Their Neighbors Away From Her, And Deface Her With Their Buildings And Their Refuse.

God Made Me An Indian.

I Do Not Wish To Be Shut Up In A Corral. All Agency Indians I Have Seen Are Worthless. They Are Neither Red Warriors Nor White Farmers. They Are Neither Wolf Nor Dog.

What Treaty That The Whites Have Kept Has The Red Man Broken? Not One.

As Individual Fingers We Can Easily Be Broken, But All Together We Make A Mighty Fist.