I Did Not Want My People Killed.

I Pressed My Father's Hand And Told Him I Would Protect His Grave With My Life. My Father Smiled And Passed Away To The Spirit Land.

The Indian Race Is Waiting And Praying.

We Damaged All The Big Guns We Could, And Carried Away The Powder And The Lead.

Look Twice At A Two-faced Man.

My Father... Had Sharper Eyes Than The Rest Of Our People.