I want to tell you that if the Great Spirit had chosen anyone to be the chief of this country, it is myself.

I do not wish to be shut up in a corral. All agency Indians I have seen are worthless. They are neither red warriors nor white farmers. They are neither wolf nor dog.

I want to tell you that if the Great Spirit had chosen anyone to be the chief of this country, it is myself.

A cold wind blew on the prairie on the day the last buffalo fell. A death wind for my people.

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.

I am a red man. If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place.

Our religion seems foolish to you, but so does yours to me. The Baptists and Methodists and Presbyterians and the Catholics all have a different God. Why cannot we have one of our own?