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

If a man loses anything and goes back and looks carefully for it, he will find it.

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 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.

As individual fingers we can easily be broken, but all together we make a mighty fist.

They claim this mother of ours, the Earth, for their own use, and fence their neighbors away from her, and deface her with their buildings and their refuse.

I was very sorry when I found out that your intentions were good and not what I supposed they were.