You Whites Make All The Ammunition.

When I Was A Young Man, I Was Poor. In A War With Other Nations, I Was In Eighty-seven Fights. There I Received My Name And Was Made Chief Of My Nation. But Now I Am Old And Am For Peace.

I Am Poor And Naked, But I Am The Chief Of The Nation. We Do Not Want Riches But We Do Want To Train Our Children Right. Riches Would Do Us No Good. We Could Not Take Them With Us To The Other World. We Do Not Want Riches. We Want Peace And Love.

You Whites Make All The Ammunition.

The White Man Has Got The Gold Out Of The Land Which Belonged To The Red Man.

We Were Told That They Wished Merely To Pass Through Our Country. . . To Seek For Gold In The Far West . . . Yet Before The Ashes Of The Council Are Cold, The Great Father Is Building His Forts Among Us. . . . His Presence Here Is . . . An Insult To The Spirits Of Our Ancestors. Are We Then To Give Up Their Sacred Graves To Be Allowed For Corn?