Good Words Will Not Give Me Back

We Had Good White Friends Who Advised Us Against Taking The War Path. My Friend And Brother, Mr. Chapman, Told Us Just How The War Would End.

Big Name Often Stands On Small Legs.

I Hope That 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.

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 Ask Only That The Law Shall Work Alike On All Men.