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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. Look At Me, See If I Am Poor, Or My People Either. The Whites May Get Me At Last, As You Say, But I Will Have Good Times Till Then. You Are Fools To Make Yourselves Slaves To A Piece Of Fat Bacon, Some Hard-tack, And A Little Sugar And Coffee.

Our Religion Seems Foolish To You, But So Does Yours To Me. The Baptists And Methodists And Presbyterians And The Catholics All Have A Different God. Why Cannot We Have One Of Our Own?

This Is A Good Day To Die. Follow Me!

This Nation Is Like A Spring Freshet; It Overruns Its Banks And Destroys All Who Are In Its Path.

What Treaty Have The Sioux Made With The White Man That We Have Broken? Not One. What Treaty Have The White Man Ever Made With Us That They Have Kept? Not One.