When An Indian Fights, He Only Shoots

From Where The Sun Now Stands I Will Fight No More.

I Pressed My Father's Hand And Told Him I Would Protect His Grave With My Life. My Father Smiled And Passed Away To The Spirit Land.

All People Should Be Treated The Same Way On Earth.

We Gave Up Some Of Our Country To The White Men, Thinking That Then We Could Have Peace. We Were Mistaken. The White Man Would Not Let Us Alone.

If The White Man Wants To Live In Peace With The Indian He Can Live In Peace.