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I Surrender This Rifle To You Through My Young Son, Whom I Now Desire To Teach In This Manner That He Has Become A Friend Of The Americans. I Wish Him To Learn The Habits Of The Whites And To Be Educated As Their Sons Are Educated. I Wish It To Be Remembered That I Was The Last Man Of My Tribe To Surrender My Rifle. This Boy Has Given It To You, And He Now Wants To Know How He Is Going To Make A Living.

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

A Cold Wind Blew On The Prairie On The Day The Last Buffalo Fell. A Death Wind For My People.

Each Man Is Good In The Sight Of The Great Spirit. It Is Not Necessary For Eagles To Be Crows. Now We Are Poor But We Are Free. No White Man Controls Our Footsteps. If We Must Die, We Die Defending Our Rights.

I Know Great Spirit Is Looking Down Upon Me From Above, And Will Hear What I Say.