He Put In Your Heart Certain Wishes

Every Seed Is Awakened, And All Animal Life.

Strangely Enough, They Have A Mind To Till The Soil, And The Love Of Possessions Is A Disease In Them.

You Think I Am A Fool, But You Are A Greater Fool Than I Am.

I Surrender This Rifle To You Through My Young Son, Whom I Now Desire To Teach In This Manner That He Has Become A Friend Of The Americans. I Wish Him To Learn The Habits Of The Whites And To Be Educated As Their Sons Are Educated. I Wish It To Be Remembered That I Was The Last Man Of My Tribe To Surrender My Rifle. This Boy Has Given It To You, And He Now Wants To Know How He Is Going To Make A Living.

A Cold Wind Blew On The Prairie On The Day The Last Buffalo Fell. A Death Wind For My People.