The Water's Murmur Is The Voice Of

All Things Are Bound Together. All Things Connect.

Contaminate Your Bed And You Will One Night Suffocate In Your Own Waste.

Tribe Follows Tribe, And Nation Follows Nation, Like The Waves Of The Sea. It Is The Order Of Nature, And Regret Is Useless. Your Time Of Decay May Be Distant, But It Will Surely Come, For Even The White Man ... Cannot Be Exempt From The Common Destiny.

The Whites, Too, Shall Pass - Perhaps Sooner Than Other Tribes. Continue To Contaminate Your Bed And You Will One Night Suffocate In Your Own Waste.

Your God Loves Your People And Hates Mine; He Folds His Strong Arms Lovingly Around The White Man And Leads Him As A Father Leads His Infant Son, But He Has Forsaken His Red Children; He Makes Your People Wax Strong Every Day, And Soon They Will Fill The Land; While My People Are Ebbing Away Like A Fast-receding Tide, That Will Never Flow Again. The White Man's God Cannot Love His Red Children Or He Would Protect Them. They Seem To Be Orphans Who Can Look Nowhere For Help.