My People Were Divided About Surrendering.

We Ask To Be Recognized As Men.

War Can Be Avoided, And It Ought To Be Avoided. I Want No War.

We Were Contented To Let Things Remain As The Great Spirit Chief Made Them. They Were Not; And Would Change The Rivers And Mountains If They Did Not Suit Them.

Finest Fur May Cover Toughest Meat.

We Live, We Die, And Like The Grass And Trees, Renew Ourselves From The Soft Earth Of The Grave. Stones Crumble And Decay, Faiths Grow Old And They Are Forgotten, But New Beliefs Are Born. The Faith Of The Villages Is Dust Now... But It Will Grow Again... Like The Trees.