This Is A Good Day To Die.

God Made Me An Indian, But Not A Reservation Indian.

I Know Great Spirit Is Looking Down Upon Me From Above, And Will Hear What I Say.

This Nation Is Like A Spring Freshet; It Overruns Its Banks And Destroys All Who Are In Its Path.

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

Hear Me People: We Have Now To Deal With Another Race - Small And Feeble When Our Fathers First Met Them, But Now Great And Overbearing. Strangely Enough They Have A Mind To Till The Soil And The Love Of Possession Is A Disease With Them. These People Have Made Many Rules That The Rich May Break But The Poor May Not. They Take Their Tithes From The Poor And Weak To Support The Rich And Those Who Rule.