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.

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 am tired of talk that comes to nothing It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and all the broken promises. There has been too much talking by men who had no right to talk. It does not require many words to speak the truth.

When an Indian fights, he only shoots to kill.

We had good white friends who advised us against taking the war path. My friend and brother, Mr. Chapman, told us just how the war would end.

Governor Isaac Stevens of the Washington Territory said there were a great many white people in our country, and many more would come; that he wanted the land marked out so that the Indians and the white man could be separated.

When my young men began the killing, my heart was hurt.