This Nation Is Like A Spring Freshet;

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.

Behold, My Friends, The Spring Is Come; The Earth Has Gladly Received The Embraces Of The Sun, And We Shall Soon See The Results Of Their Love!

Only Seven Years Ago We Made A Treaty By Which We Were Assured That The Buffalo Country Should Be Left To Us Forever. Now They Threaten To Take That From Us Also.

When I Was A Boy, The Sioux Owned The World. The Sun Rose And Set On Their Land; They Sent Ten Thousand Men To Battle. Where Are The Warriors Today? Who Slew Them? Where Are Our Lands? Who Owns Them?

There Are Things They Tell Us That Sound Good To Hear, But When They Have Accomplished Their Purpose They Will Go Home And Will Not Try To Fulfill Our Agreements With Them.