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

As individual fingers we can easily be broken, but all together we make a mighty fist.

What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What law have I broken?

Inside of me there are two dogs. One is mean and evil and the other is good and they fight each other all the time. When asked which one wins I answer, the one I feed the most.

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

They claim this mother of ours, the Earth, for their own use, and fence their neighbors away from her, and deface her with their buildings and their refuse.

Healthy feet can feel the very heart of Mother Earth.