The White Man Knows How To Make

He Put In Your Heart Certain Wishes And Plans; In My Heart He Put Other Different Desires.

I Want To Tell You That If The Great Spirit Had Chosen Anyone To Be The Chief Of This Country, It Is Myself.

A Cold Wind Blew On The Prairie On The Day The Last Buffalo Fell. A Death Wind For My People.

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.

In My Early Days, I Was Eager To Learn And To Do Things, And Therefore I Learned Quickly.