Finest fur may cover toughest meat.
My father was the first to see through the schemes of the white man.
The earth is our mother. She should not be disturbed by hoe or plough. We want only to subsist on what she freely gives us.
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.
It takes few words to tell the truth.
It required a strong heart to stand up against such talk, but I urged my people to be quiet and not to begin a war.