Healthy Feet Can Feel The Very Heart

I Hardly Sustain Myself Beneath The Weight Of White Men's Blood That I Have Shed. The Whites Provoked The War; Their Injustices, Their Indignities To Our Families, The Cruel, Unheard Of And Wholly Unprovoked Massacre At Fort Lyon ... Shook All The Veins Which Bind And Support Me. I Rose, Tomahawk In Hand, And I Have Done All The Hurt To The Whites That I Could.

Each Man Is Good In The Sight Of The Great Spirit.

Only Seven Years Ago We Made A Treaty By Which We Were Assured That The Buffalo Country Should Be Left To Us Forever. Now They Threaten To Take That From Us Also.

I Have Killed, Robbed, And Injured Too Many White Men To Believe In A Good Peace.

I Do Not Wish To Be Shut Up In A Corral. All Agency Indians I Have Seen Are Worthless. They Are Neither Red Warriors Nor White Farmers. They Are Neither Wolf Nor Dog.