Look at me. I was a warrior on this land where the sun rises, now I come from where the sun sets. Whose voice was first surrounded on this land - the red people with bows and arrows. The Great Father says he is good and kind to us. I can't see it.

When I was a young man, I was poor. In a war with other nations, I was in eighty-seven fights. There I received my name and was made Chief of my nation. But now I am old and am for peace.

Even if you live forty or fifty years in this world, and then die, you cannot take all your goods with you.

The whites, who are educated and civilized, swindle me, and I am not hard to swindle because I do not know how to read and write.

We do not want riches, we want peace and love.

I hope the Great Heavenly Father, who will look down upon us, will give all the tribes his blessing, that we may go forth in peace, and live in peace all our days, and that He will look down upon our children and finally lift us far above this earth.

The whites are the same everywhere. I see them every day.