I Have Heard Talk And Talk, But

The Indian Race Is Waiting And Praying.

We Had A Great Many Horses, Of Which We Gave Lewis And Clark What They Needed, And They Gave Us Guns And Tobacco In Return.

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.

War Can Be Avoided, And It Ought To Be Avoided. I Want No War.

I Have Asked Some Of The Great White Chiefs Where They Get Their Authority To Say To The Indian That He Shall Stay In One Place, While He Sees White Men Going Where They Please. They Cannot Tell Me.