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

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

I am here by the will of the Great Spirit, and by his will I am chief.

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

First kill me before you take possession of my Fatherland.

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.

The white man knows how to make everything, but he does not know how to distribute it.