There are things they tell us that sound good to hear, but when they have accomplished their purpose they will go home and will not try to fulfill our agreements with them.

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.

Therefore, I do not wish to consider any proposition to cede any portion of our tribal holdings to the Great Father.

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

First kill me before you take possession of my Fatherland.

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.

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