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It Is Through This Mysterious Power That We Too Have Our Being, And We Therefore Yield To Our Neighbors, Even To Our Animal Neighbors, The Same Right As Ourselves To Inhabit This Vast Land.

The Meat Of The Buffalo Tastes The Same On Both Sides Of The Border.

I Have Killed, Robbed, And Injured Too Many White Men To Believe In A Good Peace.

I Surrender This Rifle To You Through My Young Son, Whom I Now Desire To Teach In This Manner That He Has Become A Friend Of The Americans. I Wish Him To Learn The Habits Of The Whites And To Be Educated As Their Sons Are Educated. I Wish It To Be Remembered That I Was The Last Man Of My Tribe To Surrender My Rifle. This Boy Has Given It To You, And He Now Wants To Know How He Is Going To Make A Living.

God Made Me An Indian, But Not A Reservation Indian.