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.

I labored hard to avoid trouble and bloodshed.

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 said in my heart that, rather than have war, I would give up my country.

From where the sun now stands I will fight no more.

When an Indian fights, he only shoots to kill.

The earth and myself are of one mind. The measure of the land and the neasure of our bodies are the same