I Know That My Race Must Change.

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 Were Taught To Believe That The Great Spirit Sees And Hears Everything, And That He Never Forgets; That Hereafter He Will Give Every Man A Spirit-home According To His Deserts: If He Has Been A Good Man, He Will Have A Good Home; If He Has Been A Bad Man, He Will Have A Bad Home. This I Believe, And All My People Believe The Same.

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.

If The White Man Wants To Live In Peace With The Indian, He Can Live In Peace. There Need Be No Trouble. Treat All Men Alike. Give Them All The Same Law. Give Them All An Even Chance To Live And Grow.

Our Chiefs Are Killed. . . . The Little Children Are Freezing To Death. . . . My People Have No Blankets, No Food. . . . My Heart Is Sick And Sad. . . . I Will Fight No More Forever.