I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.

General Howard informed me, in a haughty spirit, that he would give my people 30 days to go back home, collect all their stock, and move onto the reservation.

When I think of our condition, my heart is heavy. I see men of my own race treated as outlaws and driven from country to country, or shot down like animals.

We were taught to believe that the Great Spirit sees and hears everything, and that he never forgets; that hereafter he will give every man a spirit-home according to his deserts: if he has been a good man, he will have a good home; if he has been a bad man, he will have a bad home. This I believe, and all my people believe the same.

When an Indian fights, he only shoots to kill.

I will obey every law, or submit to the penalty.

I saw that the war could not be prevented. The time had passed.