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 damaged all the big guns we could, and carried away the powder and the lead.
The Indian race is waiting and praying.
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 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.