The Indian Race Is Waiting And Praying.

The Great Spirit Chief Who Rules Above All Will Smile Upon This Land... And This Time The Indian Race Is Waiting And Praying.

Our People Could Not Talk With These White-faced Men, But They Used Signs Which All People Understand.

When The Last Deer Disappears Into The Morning Mist, When The Last Elk Vanishes From The Hills, When The Last Buffalo Falls On The Plains, I Will Hunt Mice For I Am A Hunter And I Must Have My Freedom.

I Do Not Believe That The Great Spirit Chief Gave One Kind Of Men The Right To Tell Another Kind Of Men What They Must Do.

Cursed Be He That Scalps The Reputation Of The Dead.