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

What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.

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

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

In my early days, I was eager to learn and to do things, and therefore I learned quickly.

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.

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