Why don't you talk, and go straight, and let all be well?
We have been travelling through a cloud. The sky has been dark ever since the war began.
These people that are with us are glad to think that we can have peace once more, and can sleep soundly, and that we can live.
We are different nations, but it seems as if we were but one people, whites and all.
I have not come here with a little wolf bark, but have come to talk plain with you.
Although the troops have struck us, we throw it all behind and are glad to meet you in peace and friendship.
The white people can go wherever they please and they will not be disturbed by us, and I want you to let them know.
I have done my best to keep my young men quiet, but some will not listen and since the fighting began, I have not been able to keep them at home.
We want to take good tidings home to our people, that they may sleep in peace.
All we ask is that we have peace with the whites. We want to hold you by the hand. You are our father.
But we want peace, I would move all my people down this way. I could then keep them all quietly near camp.
I once thought that I was the only man that persevered to be the friend of the white man, but since they have come and cleaned out our lodges, horses, and everything else, it is hard for to believe the white man any more.
I want you to give all these chiefs of the soldiers here to understand that we are for peace, and that we have made peace, that we may not be mistaken by them for enemies.