All men were made by the Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers.

I would have given my own life if I could have undone the killing of white men by my people.

We do not want churches. They will teach us to quarrel about God.

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.

I know that my race must change. We cannot hold our own with the white men as we are. We only ask an even chance to live as other men live. We ask to be recognized as men. We ask that the same law shall work alike on all men. If an Indian breaks the law, punish him by the law. If a white man breaks the law, punish him also.

I have heard talk and talk, but nothing is done.

The white men told lies for each other. They drove off a great many of our cattle. Some branded our young cattle so they could claim them.