I Am Here By The Will Of

A Cold Wind Blew On The Prairie On The Day The Last Buffalo Fell. A Death Wind For My People.

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.

First Kill Me Before You Take Possession Of My Fatherland.

Strangely Enough, They Have A Mind To Till The Soil, And The Love Of Possessions Is A Disease In Them.

Every Seed Is Awakened, And All Animal Life.