The Earth Is The Mother

We Gathered All The Stock We Could Find, And Made An Attempt To Move. We Left Many Of Our Horses And Cattle In Wallowa. We Lost Several Hundred In Crossing The River.

When I Think Of Our Condition, My Heart Is Heavy. I See Men Of My Own Race Treated As Outlaws And Driven From Country To Country, Or Shot Down Like Animals.

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

I Know That My Race Must Change.

I Labored Hard To Avoid Trouble And Bloodshed.