God Made Me An Indian.

This Nation Is Like A Spring Freshet; It Overruns Its Banks And Destroys All Who Are In Its Path.

Go Back Home Where You Came From. This Country Is Mine, And I Intend To Stay Here And To Raise This Country Full Of Grown People.

The Life My People Want Is A Life Of Freedom. I Have Seen Nothing That A White Man Has, Houses Or Railways Or Clothing Or Food, That Is As Good As The Right To Move In The Open Country And Live In Our Fashion.

Strangely Enough, They Have A Mind To Till The Soil, And The Love Of Possessions Is A Disease In Them.

Hear Me People: We Have Now To Deal With Another Race - Small And Feeble When Our Fathers First Met Them, But Now Great And Overbearing. Strangely Enough They Have A Mind To Till The Soil And The Love Of Possession Is A Disease With Them. These People Have Made Many Rules That The Rich May Break But The Poor May Not. They Take Their Tithes From The Poor And Weak To Support The Rich And Those Who Rule.