I Did Not Want My People Killed.

You Might As Well Expect Rivers To Run Backwards As Any Man Born Free To Be Contented Penned Up.

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.

I Pressed My Father's Hand And Told Him I Would Protect His Grave With My Life. My Father Smiled And Passed Away To The Spirit Land.

Let Me Be A Free Man - Free To Travel, Free To Stop, Free To Work.

General Howard Informed Me, In A Haughty Spirit, That He Would Give My People 30 Days To Go Back Home, Collect All Their Stock, And Move Onto The Reservation.