The Meat Of The Buffalo

Each Man Is Good In The Sight Of The Great Spirit.

I Will Remain What I Am Until I Die, A Hunter, And When There Are No Buffalo Or Other Game I Will Send My Children To Hunt And Live On Prairie, For Where An Indian Is Shut Up In One Place His Body Becomes Weak.

What White Man Can Say I Never Stole His Land Or A Penny Of His Money? Yet They Say That I Am A Thief.

I Have Killed, Robbed, And Injured Too Many White Men To Believe In A Good Peace.

It Does Not Take Many Words To Tell The Truth