The Indian Race Is Waiting And Praying.

Hear Me, My Chiefs! I Am Tired. My Heart Is Sick And Sad. From Where The Sun Now Stands, I Will Fight No More Forever.

The Country Was Made Without Lines Of Demarcation, And It Is No Man's Business To Divide It... Do Not Misunderstand Me, But Understand Me Fully With Reference To My Affection For The Land. I Never Said The Land Was Mine To Do With It As I Chose. The One Who Has The Right To Dispose Of It Is The One Who Created It. I Claim A Right To Live On My Land And Accord You The Privilege To Live On Yours.

The Earth And Myself Are Of One Mind. The Measure Of The Land And The Neasure Of Our Bodies Are The Same

I Labored Hard To Avoid Trouble And Bloodshed.

Our Chiefs Are Killed. . . . The Little Children Are Freezing To Death. . . . My People Have No Blankets, No Food. . . . My Heart Is Sick And Sad. . . . I Will Fight No More Forever.