I Want To Tell You That If

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

I Will Remain What I Am Until I Die, A Hunter, And When There Are No Buffalo Or Other Game I Will Send My Children To Hunt And Live On Prairie, For Where An Indian Is Shut Up In One Place His Body Becomes Weak.

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.

Inside Of Me There Are Two Dogs. One Is Mean And Evil And The Other Is Good And They Fight Each Other All The Time. When Asked Which One Wins I Answer, The One I Feed The Most.

I Am Here By The Will Of The Great Spirit, And By His Will I Am Chief.