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

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

They want us to give up another chunk of our tribal land. This is not the first time or the last time.

If we must die, we die defending our rights.

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

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

I surrender this rifle to you through my young son, whom I now desire to teach in this manner that he has become a friend of the Americans. I wish him to learn the habits of the whites and to be educated as their sons are educated. I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle. This boy has given it to you, and he now wants to know how he is going to make a living.