Healthy Feet Can Feel The Very Heart

Go Back Home Where You Came From. This Country Is Mine, And I Intend To Stay Here And To Raise This Country Full Of Grown People.

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.

If I Agree To Dispose Of Any Part Of Our Land To The White People I Would Feel Guilty Of Taking Food Away From Our Children's Mouths, And I Do Not Wish To Be That Mean.

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

Now That We Are Poor, We Are Free. No White Man Controls Our Footsteps.