Healthy Feet Can Feel The Very Heart

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.

I Will Remain What I Am Until I Die, A Hunter, And When There Are No Buffalo Or Other Game I Will Send My Children To Hunt And Live On Prairie, For Where An Indian Is Shut Up In One Place His Body Becomes Weak.

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.

I Have Killed, Robbed, And Injured Too Many White Men To Believe In A Good Peace. They Are Medicine, And I Would Eventually Die A Lingering Death. I Had Rather Die On The Field Of Battle. Look At Me, See If I Am Poor, Or My People Either. The Whites May Get Me At Last, As You Say, But I Will Have Good Times Till Then. You Are Fools To Make Yourselves Slaves To A Piece Of Fat Bacon, Some Hard-tack, And A Little Sugar And Coffee.

I Hardly Sustain Myself Beneath The Weight Of White Men's Blood That I Have Shed. The Whites Provoked The War; Their Injustices, Their Indignities To Our Families, The Cruel, Unheard Of And Wholly Unprovoked Massacre At Fort Lyon ... Shook All The Veins Which Bind And Support Me. I Rose, Tomahawk In Hand, And I Have Done All The Hurt To The Whites That I Could.