I will speak with a straight tongue.

The first white men of your people who came to our country were named Lewis and Clark.

When the last deer disappears into the morning mist, When the last elk vanishes from the hills, When the last buffalo falls on the plains, I will hunt mice for I am a hunter and I must have my freedom.

Words do not pay for my dead people.

Good words do not last long unless they amount to something.

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.

My people were divided about surrendering.