If I Agree To Dispose Of Any

Is It Wrong For Me To Love My Own? Is It Wicked For Me Because My Skin Is Red? Because I Am Sioux? Because I Was Born Where My Father Lived? Because I Would Die For My People And My Country?

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

Only Seven Years Ago We Made A Treaty By Which We Were Assured That The Buffalo Country Should Be Left To Us Forever. Now They Threaten To Take That From Us Also.

I Was Very Sorry When I Found Out That Your Intentions Were Good And Not What I Supposed They Were.

Each Man Is Good In The Sight Of The Great Spirit. It Is Not Necessary For Eagles To Be Crows. Now We Are Poor But We Are Free. No White Man Controls Our Footsteps. If We Must Die, We Die Defending Our Rights.