When My Young Men Began The Killing,

I Will Obey Every Law, Or Submit To The Penalty.

Whenever The White Man Treats The Indian As They Treat Each Other Then We Shall Have No More Wars. We Shall Be All Alike - Brothers Of One Father And Mother, With One Sky Above Us And One Country Around Us And One Government For All. Then The Great Spirit Chief Who Rules Above Will Smile Upon This Land And Send Rain To Wash Out The Bloody Spots Made By Brothers' Hands Upon The Face Of The Earth. For This Time The Indian Race Is Waiting And Praying. I Hope No More Groans Of Wounded Men And Women Will Ever Go To The Ear Of The Great Spirit Chief Above, And That All People May Be One People.

Cursed Be He That Scalps The Reputation Of The Dead.

I Saw That The War Could Not Be Prevented. The Time Had Passed.

I Said In My Heart That, Rather Than Have War, I Would Give Up My Country.