I am tired of talk that comes to nothing.
My people were divided about surrendering.
We ask only that the law shall work alike on all men.
I cannot tell how much my heart suffered for my people while at Leavenworth.
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.
Our chiefs are killed. . . . The little children are freezing to death. . . . My people have no blankets, no food. . . . My heart is sick and sad. . . . I will fight no more forever.