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Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!
God made me an Indian.
This is a good day to die. Follow me!
It is not necessary for eagles to be crows.
If we must die, we die defending our rights.
Every seed is awakened, and all animal life.
I am nothing, neither a chief nor a soldier.
It does not take many words to tell the truth
Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.
God made me an Indian, but not a reservation Indian.
Healthy feet can feel the very heart of Mother Earth.
First kill me before you take possession of my Fatherland.
You think I am a fool, but you are a greater fool than I am.
The meat of the buffalo tastes the same on both sides of the border.
What treaty that the whites have kept has the red man broken? Not one.
I am here by the will of the Great Spirit, and by his will I am chief.
Now that we are poor, we are free. No white man controls our footsteps.
What does it matter how long I pray, so long as my prayers are answered?
Each man is good in His sight. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows.
Let us put our minds together and see what life we can make for our children.
I know Great Spirit is looking down upon me from above, and will hear what I say.
I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace.
If a man loses anything and goes back and looks carefully for it, he will find it.
I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.
As individual fingers we can easily be broken, but all together we make a mighty fist.
The white man knows how to make everything, but he does not know how to distribute it.
The earth has received the embrace of the sun and we shall see the results of that love.
In my early days, I was eager to learn and to do things, and therefore I learned quickly.
He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart he put other different desires.
He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart, he put other different desires.
A cold wind blew on the prairie on the day the last buffalo fell. A death wind for my people.
This nation is like a spring freshet; it overruns its banks and destroys all who are in its path.
If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man, he would have made me so in the first place.
I was very sorry when I found out that your intentions were good and not what I supposed they were.
What white woman, however lonely, was ever captive or insulted by me? Yet they say I am a bad Indian.
They want us to give up another chunk of our tribal land. This is not the first time or the last time.
Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.
What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.
I want to tell you that if the Great Spirit had chosen anyone to be the chief of this country, it is myself.
I am a red man. If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place.
Therefore, I do not wish to consider any proposition to cede any portion of our tribal holdings to the Great Father.
Go back home where you came from. This country is mine, and I intend to stay here and to raise this country full of grown people.
You come here to tell us lies, but we don't want to hear them. If we told you more, you would have paid no attention. That is all I have to say.
They claim this mother of ours, the Earth, for their own use, and fence their neighbors away from her, and deface her with their buildings and their refuse.
What treaty have the Sioux made with the white man that we have broken? Not one. What treaty have the white man ever made with us that they have kept? Not one.
Only seven years ago we made a treaty by which we were assured that the buffalo country should be left to us forever. Now they threaten to take that from us also.
What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What law have I broken?
I do not wish to be shut up in a corral. All agency Indians I have seen are worthless. They are neither red warriors nor white farmers. They are neither wolf nor dog.
If I agree to dispose of any part of our land to the white people I would feel guilty of taking food away from our children's mouths, and I do not wish to be that mean.
There are things they tell us that sound good to hear, but when they have accomplished their purpose they will go home and will not try to fulfill our agreements with them.
