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.

It is through this mysterious power that we too have our being, and we therefore yield to our neighbors, even to our animal neighbors, the same right as ourselves to inhabit this vast land.

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

Every seed is awakened, and all animal life.

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 treaty have the Sioux made with the white man that we have broken? Not one. What treaty have the white man ever made with us that they have kept? Not one.

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