We Were Like Deer. They Were Like

From Where The Sun Now Stands I Will Fight No More.

When An Indian Fights, He Only Shoots To Kill.

I Have Heard Talk And Talk, But Nothing Is Done.

I Only Ask Of The Government To Be Treated As All Other Men Are Treated. If I Cannot Go To My Own Home, Let Me Have A Home In A Country Where My People Will Not Die So Fast.

The Indian Race Is Waiting And Praying.