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.

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

We ask to be recognized as men.

I labored hard to avoid trouble and 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.

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

We live, we die, and like the grass and trees, renew ourselves from the soft earth of the grave. Stones crumble and decay, faiths grow old and they are forgotten, but new beliefs are born. The faith of the villages is dust now... but it will grow again... like the trees.