Let me be a free man - free to travel, free to stop, free to work.

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

I believe much trouble would be saved if we opened our hearts more.

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.

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

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.

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.