Big Name Often Stands On Small Legs.

I Pressed My Father's Hand And Told Him I Would Protect His Grave With My Life. My Father Smiled And Passed Away To The Spirit Land.

We Did Not Know There Were Other People Besides The Indian Until About One Hundred Winters Ago, When Some Men With White Faces Came To Our Country.

It Required A Strong Heart To Stand Up Against Such Talk, But I Urged My People To Be Quiet And Not To Begin A War.

My Father Was The First To See Through The Schemes Of The White Man.

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