Good Words Do Not Last Long Unless

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.

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.

I Only Ask Of The Government To Be Treated As All Other Men Are Treated.

We Had Good White Friends Who Advised Us Against Taking The War Path. My Friend And Brother, Mr. Chapman, Told Us Just How The War Would End.

I Know That My Race Must Change. We Cannot Hold Our Own With The White Men As We Are. We Only Ask An Even Chance To Live As Other Men Live. We Ask To Be Recognized As Men. We Ask That The Same Law Shall Work Alike On All Men. If An Indian Breaks The Law, Punish Him By The Law. If A White Man Breaks The Law, Punish Him Also.