When An Indian Fights, He

General Howard Informed Me, In A Haughty Spirit, That He Would Give My People 30 Days To Go Back Home, Collect All Their Stock, And Move Onto The Reservation.

The Eye Tells What The Tongue Would Hide.

I Am Tired Of Talk That Comes To Nothing.

I Did Not Want My People Killed. I Did Not Want Bloodshed.

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.