Some of you think an Indian is like a wild animal. This is a great mistake.

You might as well expect rivers to run backwards as any man born free to be contented penned up.

It does not require many words to speak the truth.

It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.

We gave up some of our country to the white men, thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white man would not let us alone.

The earth is our mother. She should not be disturbed by hoe or plough. We want only to subsist on what she freely gives us.

Whenever the white man treats the Indian as they treat each other then we shall have no more wars. We shall be all alike - brothers of one father and mother, with one sky above us and one country around us and one government for all. Then the Great Spirit Chief who rules above will smile upon this land and send rain to wash out the bloody spots made by brothers' hands upon the face of the earth. For this time the Indian race is waiting and praying. I hope 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.