When An Indian Fights, He Only Shoots

When The Last Deer Disappears Into The Morning Mist, When The Last Elk Vanishes From The Hills, When The Last Buffalo Falls On The Plains, I Will Hunt Mice For I Am A Hunter And I Must Have My Freedom.

My Father Was The First To See Through The Schemes Of The White Man.

I Cannot Tell How Much My Heart Suffered For My People While At Leavenworth.

I Only Ask Of The Government To Be Treated As All Other Men Are Treated.

An Indian Respects A Brave Man, But He Despises A Coward.