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.

The eye tells what the tongue would hide.

Look twice at a two-faced man.

Our people could not talk with these white-faced men, but they used signs which all people understand.

I believe much trouble and blood would be saved if we opened our hearts more. I will tell you in my way how the Indian sees things. The white man has more words to tell you how they look to him, but it does not require many words to speak the truth.

When I think of our condition, my heart is heavy. I see men of my own race treated as outlaws and driven from country to country, or shot down like animals.