What Does It Matter How Long I

What White Woman, However Lonely, Was Ever Captive Or Insulted By Me? Yet They Say I Am A Bad Indian.

I Wish It To Be Remembered That I Was The Last Man Of My Tribe To Surrender My Rifle.

I Am A Red Man. If The Great Spirit Had Desired Me To Be A White Man He Would Have Made Me So In The First Place.

Therefore, I Do Not Wish To Consider Any Proposition To Cede Any Portion Of Our Tribal Holdings To The Great Father.

The Meat Of The Buffalo Tastes The Same On Both Sides Of The Border.