For A Short Time We Lived Quietly.

I Said In My Heart That, Rather Than Have War, I Would Give Up My Country.

When An Indian Fights, He Only Shoots To Kill.

The Indian Race Is Waiting And Praying.

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.

We Were Taught To Believe That The Great Spirit Sees And Hears Everything, And That He Never Forgets; That Hereafter He Will Give Every Man A Spirit-home According To His Deserts: If He Has Been A Good Man, He Will Have A Good Home; If He Has Been A Bad Man, He Will Have A Bad Home. This I Believe, And All My People Believe The Same.