I Wish It To Be

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.

Only Seven Years Ago We Made A Treaty By Which We Were Assured That The Buffalo Country Should Be Left To Us Forever. Now They Threaten To Take That From Us Also.

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

You Think I Am A Fool, But You Are A Greater Fool Than I Am.

I Was Very Sorry When I Found Out That Your Intentions Were Good And Not What I Supposed They Were.