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!

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.

He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart he put other different desires.

Therefore, I do not wish to consider any proposition to cede any portion of our tribal holdings to the Great Father.

I know Great Spirit is looking down upon me from above, and will hear what I say.

What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.

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