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I Wish It To Be Remembered That I Was The Last Man Of My Tribe To Surrender My Rifle.

What Treaty That The Whites Have Kept Has The Red Man Broken? Not One.

Healthy Feet Can Feel The Very Heart Of Mother Earth.

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.

You Think I Am A Fool, But You Are A Greater Fool Than I Am.