We Do Not Want Riches, We Want

Even If You Live Forty Or Fifty Years In This World, And Then Die, You Cannot Take All Your Goods With You.

Look At Me. I Was A Warrior On This Land Where The Sun Rises, Now I Come From Where The Sun Sets. Whose Voice Was First Surrounded On This Land - The Red People With Bows And Arrows. The Great Father Says He Is Good And Kind To Us. I Can't See It.

We Were Told That They Wished Merely To Pass Through Our Country. . . To Seek For Gold In The Far West . . . Yet Before The Ashes Of The Council Are Cold, The Great Father Is Building His Forts Among Us. . . . His Presence Here Is . . . An Insult To The Spirits Of Our Ancestors. Are We Then To Give Up Their Sacred Graves To Be Allowed For Corn?

The Whites, Who Are Educated And Civilized, Swindle Me, And I Am Not Hard To Swindle Because I Do Not Know How To Read And Write.

You Whites Make All The Ammunition.