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.

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

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

It does not take many words to tell the truth

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

What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What law have I broken?

Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!