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I Wish It To Be Remembered That I Was The Last Man Of My Tribe To Surrender My Rifle.

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.

Therefore, I Do Not Wish To Consider Any Proposition To Cede Any Portion Of Our Tribal Holdings To The Great Father.

The White Man Knows How To Make Everything, But He Does Not Know How To Distribute It.

They Claim This Mother Of Ours, The Earth, For Their Own Use, And Fence Their Neighbors Away From Her, And Deface Her With Their Buildings And Their Refuse.