Good Words Will Not Give My People

For A Short Time We Lived Quietly. But This Could Not Last. White Men Had Found Gold In The Mountains Around The Land Of Winding Water.

We Did Not Know There Were Other People Besides The Indian Until About One Hundred Winters Ago, When Some Men With White Faces Came To Our Country.

The White Men Told Lies For Each Other. They Drove Off A Great Many Of Our Cattle. Some Branded Our Young Cattle So They Could Claim Them.

I Will Speak With A Straight Tongue.

The Country Was Made Without Lines Of Demarcation, And It Is No Man's Business To Divide It... Do Not Misunderstand Me, But Understand Me Fully With Reference To My Affection For The Land. I Never Said The Land Was Mine To Do With It As I Chose. The One Who Has The Right To Dispose Of It Is The One Who Created It. I Claim A Right To Live On My Land And Accord You The Privilege To Live On Yours.