I was born on the prairies where the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures.

I was no chief and never had been, but because I had been more deeply wronged than others, this honor was conferred upon me, and I resolved to prove worthy of the trust.

It is my land, my home, my father's land, to which I now ask to be allowed to return. I want to spend my last days there, and be buried among those mountains. If this could be I might die in peace, feeling that my people, placed in their native homes, would increase in numbers, rather than diminish as at present, and that our name would not become extinct.

Wisdom and peace come when you start living the life the creator intended for you.

I was born where there were no enclosures.

The soldiers never explained to the government when an Indian was wronged, but reported the misdeeds of the Indians.

I was warmed by the sun, rocked by the winds and sheltered by the trees as other Indian babes. I was living peaceably when people began to speak bad of me. Now I can eat well, sleep well and be glad. I can go everywhere with a good feeling.