I Have Heard Talk And Talk, But

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

For A Short Time We Lived Quietly. But This Could Not Last. White Men Had Found Gold In The Mountains Around The Land Of Winding Water.

I Am Tired Of Talk That Comes To Nothing It Makes My Heart Sick When I Remember All The Good Words And All The Broken Promises. There Has Been Too Much Talking By Men Who Had No Right To Talk. It Does Not Require Many Words To Speak The Truth.

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.

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