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.

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

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

I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.

Each man is good in His sight. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows.

When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?

Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.