We Were Like Deer. They

A Man Who Would Not Love His Father's Grave Is Worse Than A Wild Animal.

When The Last Deer Disappears Into The Morning Mist, When The Last Elk Vanishes From The Hills, When The Last Buffalo Falls On The Plains, I Will Hunt Mice For I Am A Hunter And I Must Have My Freedom.

Big Name Often Stands On Small Legs.

Our People Could Not Talk With These White-faced Men, But They Used Signs Which All People Understand.

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