I hope that no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people.
I will obey every law, or submit to the penalty.
Let me be a free man - free to travel, free to stop, free to work.
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.
I know that my race must change.
I am tired of talk that comes to nothing.
The first white men of your people who came to our country were named Lewis and Clark. They brought many things that our people had never seen. They talked straight. These men were very kind.
Words do not pay for my dead people.
All men were made by the Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers.
The Indian race are waiting and praying.
Treat all men alike. Give them the same law. Give them an even chance to live and grow.
I believe much trouble would be saved if we opened our hearts more.
It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.
It does not require many words to speak the truth.
You might as well expect rivers to run backwards as any man born free to be contented penned up.
The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it.
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.
