The Indian Race Is Waiting

The Great Spirit Chief Who Rules Above All Will Smile Upon This Land... And This Time The Indian Race Is Waiting And Praying.

We Are Going By You Without Fighting If You Will Let Us, But We Are Going By You Anyhow!

We Live, We Die, And Like The Grass And Trees, Renew Ourselves From The Soft Earth Of The Grave. Stones Crumble And Decay, Faiths Grow Old And They Are Forgotten, But New Beliefs Are Born. The Faith Of The Villages Is Dust Now... But It Will Grow Again... Like The Trees.

It Required A Strong Heart To Stand Up Against Such Talk, But I Urged My People To Be Quiet And Not To Begin A War.

My Father... Had Sharper Eyes Than The Rest Of Our People.