We Did Not Know There Were Other

I Do Not Believe That The Great Spirit Chief Gave One Kind Of Men The Right To Tell Another Kind Of Men What They Must Do.

We Had A Great Many Horses, Of Which We Gave Lewis And Clark What They Needed, And They Gave Us Guns And Tobacco In Return.

When My Young Men Began The Killing, My Heart Was Hurt.

The Earth Is Our Mother. She Should Not Be Disturbed By Hoe Or Plough. We Want Only To Subsist On What She Freely Gives Us.

We Live, We Die, And Like The Grass And Trees, Renew Ourselves From The Soft Earth Of The Grave. Stones Crumble And Decay, Faiths Grow Old And They Are Forgotten, But New Beliefs Are Born. The Faith Of The Villages Is Dust Now... But It Will Grow Again... Like The Trees.