You Whites Make All The Ammunition.

When I Was A Young Man, I Was Poor. In A War With Other Nations, I Was In Eighty-seven Fights. There I Received My Name And Was Made Chief Of My Nation. But Now I Am Old And Am For Peace.

The Great Spirit Will Not Make Me Suffer Because I Am Ignorant. He Will Put Me In A Place Where I Shall Be Better Off Than In This World.

I Hope The Great Heavenly Father, Who Will Look Down Upon Us, Will Give All The Tribes His Blessing, That We May Go Forth In Peace, And Live In Peace All Our Days, And That He Will Look Down Upon Our Children And Finally Lift Us Far Above This Earth.

Even If You Live Forty Or Fifty Years In This World, And Then Die, You Cannot Take All Your Goods With You.

The White Man Has Got The Gold Out Of The Land Which Belonged To The Red Man.