We gave up some of our country to the white men, thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white man would not let us alone.
I know that my race must change.
I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.
My father... Had sharper eyes than the rest of our people.
It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.
I only ask of the government to be treated as all other men are treated.
Treat all men alike. Give them the same law. Give them an even chance to live and grow.
If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian he can live in peace.
Hear me, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.
Let me be a free man - free to travel, free to stop, free to work.
It required a strong heart to stand up against such talk, but I urged my people to be quiet and not to begin a war.
War can be avoided, and it ought to be avoided. I want no war.
I said in my heart that, rather than have war, I would give up my country.
I saw clearly that war was upon us when I learned that my young men had been secretly buying ammunition.
I saw that the war could not be prevented. The time had passed.
We had good white friends who advised us against taking the war path. My friend and brother, Mr. Chapman, told us just how the war would end.
The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it.
I want the white people to understand my people.
The Indian race are waiting and praying.
We ask to be recognized as men.
I will obey every law, or submit to the penalty.
I have heard talk and talk, but nothing is done.
