Good Words Will Not Give

I Cannot Tell How Much My Heart Suffered For My People While At Leavenworth.

Our Chiefs Are Killed. . . . The Little Children Are Freezing To Death. . . . My People Have No Blankets, No Food. . . . My Heart Is Sick And Sad. . . . I Will Fight No More Forever.

The Earth Was Created By The Assistance Of The Sun, And It Should Be Left As It Was. The Country Was Made Without Lines Of Demarcation, And It Is No Man's Business To Divide It.

Hear Me, My Chiefs! I Am Tired. My Heart Is Sick And Sad. From Where The Sun Now Stands, I Will Fight No More Forever.

The Earth Is Our Mother. She Should Not Be Disturbed By Hoe Or Plough. We Want Only To Subsist On What She Freely Gives Us.