Finest fur may cover toughest meat.

Good words will not give my people good health and stop them from dying. Good words will not get my people a home where they can live in peace and take care of themselves. I am tired of talk that comes to nothing. It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and broken promises.

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.

For a short time we lived quietly. But this could not last. White men had found gold in the mountains around the land of winding water.

I have heard talk and talk, but nothing is done.

The earth was created by the assistance of the sun, and it should be left as it was. The country was made without lines of demarcation, and it is no man's business to divide it.

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