It Required A Strong Heart To Stand

Some Of You Think An Indian Is Like A Wild Animal. This Is A Great Mistake.

My Father Was The First To See Through The Schemes Of The White Man.

We Live, We Die, And Like The Grass And Trees, Renew Ourselves From The Soft Earth Of The Grave. Stones Crumble And Decay, Faiths Grow Old And They Are Forgotten, But New Beliefs Are Born. The Faith Of The Villages Is Dust Now... But It Will Grow Again... Like The Trees.

We Ask To Be Recognized As Men.

It Required A Strong Heart To Stand Up Against Such Talk, But I Urged My People To Be Quiet And Not To Begin A War.