We did not know there were other people besides the Indian until about one hundred winters ago, when some men with white faces came to our country.

I am not a child, I think for myself. No man can think for me.

We ask to be recognized as men.

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

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.

I hope that no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people.

We did not know there were other people besides the Indian until about one hundred winters ago, when some men with white faces came to our country.