God Made Me An Indian.

I Wish It To Be Remembered That I Was The Last Man Of My Tribe To Surrender My Rifle.

The Life My People Want Is A Life Of Freedom. I Have Seen Nothing That A White Man Has, Houses Or Railways Or Clothing Or Food, That Is As Good As The Right To Move In The Open Country And Live In Our Fashion.

Inside Of Me There Are Two Dogs. One Is Mean And Evil And The Other Is Good And They Fight Each Other All The Time. When Asked Which One Wins I Answer, The One I Feed The Most.

Hear Me People: We Have Now To Deal With Another Race - Small And Feeble When Our Fathers First Met Them, But Now Great And Overbearing. Strangely Enough They Have A Mind To Till The Soil And The Love Of Possession Is A Disease With Them. These People Have Made Many Rules That The Rich May Break But The Poor May Not. They Take Their Tithes From The Poor And Weak To Support The Rich And Those Who Rule.

Therefore, I Do Not Wish To Consider Any Proposition To Cede Any Portion Of Our Tribal Holdings To The Great Father.