Now That We Are Poor, We Are

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

You Come Here To Tell Us Lies, But We Don't Want To Hear Them. If We Told You More, You Would Have Paid No Attention. That Is All I Have To Say.

If I Agree To Dispose Of Any Part Of Our Land To The White People I Would Feel Guilty Of Taking Food Away From Our Children's Mouths, And I Do Not Wish To Be That Mean.

If The Great Spirit Had Desired Me To Be A White Man He Would Have Made Me So In The First Place. He Put In Your Heart Certain Wishes And Plans, And In My Heart He Put Other And Different Desires. It Is Not Necessary For Eagles To Be Crows.

Each Man Is Good In His Sight. It Is Not Necessary For Eagles To Be Crows.