When I Was A Young Man, I

I Hope The Great Heavenly Father, Who Will Look Down Upon Us, Will Give All The Tribes His Blessing, That We May Go Forth In Peace, And Live In Peace All Our Days, And That He Will Look Down Upon Our Children And Finally Lift Us Far Above This Earth.

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.

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.

The Great Spirit Will Not Make Me Suffer Because I Am Ignorant. He Will Put Me In A Place Where I Shall Be Better Off Than In This World.

You Whites Make All The Ammunition.