It Makes My Heart Sick

I Hope That No More Groans Of Wounded Men And Women Will Ever Go To The Ear Of The Great Spirit Chief Above, And That All People May Be One People.

Good Words Will Not Give My People Good Health And Stop Them From Dying. Good Words Will Not Get My People A Home Where They Can Live In Peace And Take Care Of Themselves. I Am Tired Of Talk That Comes To Nothing. It Makes My Heart Sick When I Remember All The Good Words And Broken Promises.

It Required A Strong Heart To Stand Up Against Such Talk, But I Urged My People To Be Quiet And Not To Begin A War.

We Were Like Deer. They Were Like Grizzly Bear.

The Great Spirit Chief Who Rules Above All Will Smile Upon This Land... And This Time The Indian Race Is Waiting And Praying.