I Did Not Want My People Killed.

Our Chiefs Are Killed. . . . The Little Children Are Freezing To Death. . . . My People Have No Blankets, No Food. . . . My Heart Is Sick And Sad. . . . I Will Fight No More Forever.

Whenever The White Man Treats The Indian As They Treat Each Other Then We Shall Have No More Wars. We Shall Be All Alike - Brothers Of One Father And Mother, With One Sky Above Us And One Country Around Us And One Government For All. Then The Great Spirit Chief Who Rules Above Will Smile Upon This Land And Send Rain To Wash Out The Bloody Spots Made By Brothers' Hands Upon The Face Of The Earth. For This Time The Indian Race Is Waiting And Praying. I Hope No More Groans Of Wounded Men And Women Will Ever Go To The Ear Of The Great Spirit Chief Above, And That All People May Be One People.

We Were Like Deer. They Were Like Grizzly Bear.

The Great Spirit Chief Who Rules Above All Will Smile Upon This Land... And This Time The Indian Race Is Waiting And Praying.

The Indian Race Is Waiting And Praying.