The White Man Has Got

You Whites Make All The Ammunition.

The Whites Are The Same Everywhere. I See Them Every Day.

We Were Told That They Wished Merely To Pass Through Our Country. . . To Seek For Gold In The Far West . . . Yet Before The Ashes Of The Council Are Cold, The Great Father Is Building His Forts Among Us. . . . His Presence Here Is . . . An Insult To The Spirits Of Our Ancestors. Are We Then To Give Up Their Sacred Graves To Be Allowed For Corn?

I Hope The Great Heavenly Father, Who Will Look Down Upon Us, Will Give All The Tribes His Blessing, That We May Go Forth In Peace, And Live In Peace All Our Days, And That He Will Look Down Upon Our Children And Finally Lift Us Far Above This Earth.

The Great Spirit Will Not Make Me Suffer Because I Am Ignorant. He Will Put Me In A Place Where I Shall Be Better Off Than In This World.