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?

The meat of the buffalo tastes the same on both sides of the border.

Now that we are poor, we are free. No white man controls our footsteps.

Only seven years ago we made a treaty by which we were assured that the buffalo country should be left to us forever. Now they threaten to take that from us also.

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.

You think I am a fool, but you are a greater fool than I am.

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