If I agree to dispose of any part of our land to the white people I would feel guilty of taking food away from our children's mouths, and I do not wish to be that mean.

What white woman, however lonely, was ever captive or insulted by me? Yet they say I am a bad Indian.

This nation is like a spring freshet; it overruns its banks and destroys all who are in its path.

Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!

I am here by the will of the Great Spirit, and by his will I am chief.

Every seed is awakened, and all animal life.

Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.