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.

The Great Spirit Chief who rules above all will smile upon this land... and this time the Indian race is waiting and praying.

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

An Indian respects a brave man, but he despises a coward.

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.

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

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.