I said in my heart that, rather than have war, I would give up my country.

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.

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

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.

The earth is our mother. She should not be disturbed by hoe or plough. We want only to subsist on what she freely gives us.

I did not want my people killed. I did not want bloodshed.

General Howard informed me, in a haughty spirit, that he would give my people 30 days to go back home, collect all their stock, and move onto the reservation.