I surrender this rifle to you through my young son, whom I now desire to teach in this manner that he has become a friend of the Americans. I wish him to learn the habits of the whites and to be educated as their sons are educated. I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle. This boy has given it to you, and he now wants to know how he is going to make a living.

Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.

It does not take many words to tell the truth

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

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

The life my people want is a life of freedom. I have seen nothing that a white man has, houses or railways or clothing or food, that is as good as the right to move in the open country and live in our fashion.

Healthy feet can feel the very heart of Mother Earth.