I know that my race must change.
My people were divided about surrendering.
My father... had sharper eyes than the rest of our people.
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.
A chief called Lawyer, because he was a great talker, took the lead in the council, and sold nearly all the Nez Perce country.
The Great Spirit Chief who rules above all will smile upon this land... and this time the Indian race is waiting and praying.