You think I am a fool, but you are a greater fool than I am.
First kill me before you take possession of my Fatherland.
I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.
What treaty that the whites have kept has the red man broken? Not one.
What white woman, however lonely, was ever captive or insulted by me? Yet they say I am a bad Indian.
I do not wish to be shut up in a corral. All agency Indians I have seen are worthless. They are neither red warriors nor white farmers. They are neither wolf nor dog.