We had good white friends who advised us against taking the war path. My friend and brother, Mr. Chapman, told us just how the war would end.

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.

Governor Isaac Stevens of the Washington Territory said there were a great many white people in our country, and many more would come; that he wanted the land marked out so that the Indians and the white man could be separated.

I labored hard to avoid trouble and bloodshed.

Treat all men alike. Give them the same law. Give them an even chance to live and grow.

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.

We had a great many horses, of which we gave Lewis and Clark what they needed, and they gave us guns and tobacco in return.