It Takes Few Words To Tell The

I Believe Much Trouble And Blood Would Be Saved If We Opened Our Hearts More. I Will Tell You In My Way How The Indian Sees Things. The White Man Has More Words To Tell You How They Look To Him, But It Does Not Require Many Words To Speak The Truth.

I Have Asked Some Of The Great White Chiefs Where They Get Their Authority To Say To The Indian That He Shall Stay In One Place, While He Sees White Men Going Where They Please. They Cannot Tell Me.

It Makes My Heart Sick When I Remember All The Good Words And The Broken Promises.

We Gave Up Some Of Our Country To The White Men, Thinking That Then We Could Have Peace. We Were Mistaken. The White Man Would Not Let Us Alone.

The Earth Is Our Mother. She Should Not Be Disturbed By Hoe Or Plough. We Want Only To Subsist On What She Freely Gives Us.