I Know That My Race Must Change.

It Does Not Require Many Words To Speak The Truth.

Good Words Will Not Give My People Good Health And Stop Them From Dying. Good Words Will Not Get My People A Home Where They Can Live In Peace And Take Care Of Themselves. I Am Tired Of Talk That Comes To Nothing. It Makes My Heart Sick When I Remember All The Good Words And Broken Promises.

An Indian Respects A Brave Man, But He Despises A Coward.

It Makes My Heart Sick When I Remember All The Good Words And The Broken Promises.

General Howard Informed Me, In A Haughty Spirit, That He Would Give My People 30 Days To Go Back Home, Collect All Their Stock, And Move Onto The Reservation.