I hope that no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people.
I would give up everything rather than have the blood of white men upon the hands of my people.
I would have given my own life if I could have undone the killing of white men by my people.
Our people could not talk with these white-faced men, but they used signs which all people understand.
The first white men of your people who came to our country were named Lewis and Clark. They brought many things that our people had never seen. They talked straight. These men were very kind.
We did not know there were other people besides the Indian until about one hundred winters ago, when some men with white faces came to our country.
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.
I saw clearly that war was upon us when I learned that my young men had been secretly buying ammunition.
For a short time we lived quietly. But this could not last. White men had found gold in the mountains around the land of winding water.
We gave up some of our country to the white men, thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white man would not let us alone.
All men were made by the Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers.
The white men told lies for each other. They drove off a great many of our cattle. Some branded our young cattle so they could claim them.
Treat all men alike. Give them the same law. Give them an even chance to live and grow.
We ask to be recognized as men.
We soon found that the white men were growing rich very fast, and were greedy.