I Know That My Race Must Change.

We Gave Up Some Of Our Country To The White Men, Thinking That Then We Could Have Peace. We Were Mistaken. The White Man Would Not Let Us Alone.

You Might As Well Expect Rivers To Run Backwards As Any Man Born Free To Be Contented Penned Up.

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

Suppose A White Man Should Come To Me And Say, "joseph, I Like Your Horses. I Want To Buy Them." I Say To Him, "no, My Horses Suit Me; I Will Not Sell Them." Then He Goes To My Neighbor And Says To Him, "joseph Has Some Good Horses. I Want To Buy Them, But He Refuses To Sell." My Neighbor Answers, "pay Me The Money And I Will Sell You Joseph's Horses." The White Man Returns To Me And Says, "joseph, I Have Bought Your Horses And You Must Let Me Have Them." If We Sold Our Lands To The Government, This Is The Way They Bought Them.

I Only Ask Of The Government To Be Treated As All Other Men Are Treated. If I Cannot Go To My Own Home, Let Me Have A Home In A Country Where My People Will Not Die So Fast.