Some Of You Think An Indian Is

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.

It Required A Strong Heart To Stand Up Against Such Talk, But I Urged My People To Be Quiet And Not To Begin A War.

I Will Obey Every Law, Or Submit To The Penalty.

I Hope That No More Groans Of Wounded Men And Women Will Ever Go To The Ear Of The Great Spirit Chief Above, And That All People May Be One People.

Look Twice At A Two-faced Man.