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

I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace. They are medicine, and I would eventually die a lingering death. I had rather die on the field of battle. Look at me, see if I am poor, or my people either. The whites may get me at last, as you say, but I will have good times till then. You are fools to make yourselves slaves to a piece of fat bacon, some hard-tack, and a little sugar and coffee.

He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart he put other different desires.

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

Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows. Now we are poor but we are free. No white man controls our footsteps. If we must die, we die defending our rights.

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

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