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.

Hear me, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.

For a short time we lived quietly. But this could not last. White men had found gold in the mountains around the land of winding water.

It does not require many words to speak the truth.

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.

I have heard talk and talk, but nothing is done.

We do not want churches. They will teach us to quarrel about God.