What Treaty That The Whites Have Kept

In My Early Days, I Was Eager To Learn And To Do Things, And Therefore I Learned Quickly.

The Meat Of The Buffalo Tastes The Same On Both Sides Of The Border.

Each Man Is Good In The Sight Of The Great Spirit. It Is Not Necessary For Eagles To Be Crows. Now We Are Poor But We Are Free. No White Man Controls Our Footsteps. If We Must Die, We Die Defending Our Rights.

It Is Through This Mysterious Power That We Too Have Our Being, And We Therefore Yield To Our Neighbors, Even To Our Animal Neighbors, The Same Right As Ourselves To Inhabit This Vast Land.

I Surrender This Rifle To You Through My Young Son, Whom I Now Desire To Teach In This Manner That He Has Become A Friend Of The Americans. I Wish Him To Learn The Habits Of The Whites And To Be Educated As Their Sons Are Educated. I Wish It To Be Remembered That I Was The Last Man Of My Tribe To Surrender My Rifle. This Boy Has Given It To You, And He Now Wants To Know How He Is Going To Make A Living.