When the last deer disappears into the morning mist, When the last elk vanishes from the hills, When the last buffalo falls on the plains, I will hunt mice for I am a hunter and I must have my freedom.

If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian, he can live in peace. There need be no trouble. Treat all men alike. give them all the same law. Give them all an even chance to live and grow.

Our people could not talk with these white-faced men, but they used signs which all people understand.

Cursed be he that scalps the reputation of the dead.

If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian he can live in peace.

The first white men of your people who came to our country were named Lewis and Clark.

I only ask of the Government to be treated as all other men are treated. If I cannot go to my own home, let me have a home in a country where my people will not die so fast.