The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it.

We did not know there were other people besides the Indian until about one hundred winters ago, when some men with white faces came to our country.

I only ask of the government to be treated as all other men are treated.

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.

From where the sun now stands I will fight no more.

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.

I have heard talk and talk, but nothing is done.