I Am Nothing, Neither A Chief Nor

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

If The Great Spirit Had Desired Me To Be A White Man He Would Have Made Me So In The First Place. He Put In Your Heart Certain Wishes And Plans, And In My Heart He Put Other And Different Desires. It Is Not Necessary For Eagles To Be Crows.

First Kill Me Before You Take Possession Of My Fatherland.

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.

I Have Killed, Robbed, And Injured Too Many White Men To Believe In A Good Peace. They Are Medicine, And I Would Eventually Die A Lingering Death. I Had Rather Die On The Field Of Battle. Look At Me, See If I Am Poor, Or My People Either. The Whites May Get Me At Last, As You Say, But I Will Have Good Times Till Then. You Are Fools To Make Yourselves Slaves To A Piece Of Fat Bacon, Some Hard-tack, And A Little Sugar And Coffee.