I Cannot Tell How Much My Heart

General Howard Informed Me, In A Haughty Spirit, That He Would Give My People 30 Days To Go Back Home, Collect All Their Stock, And Move Onto The Reservation.

When I Think Of Our Condition, My Heart Is Heavy. I See Men Of My Own Race Treated As Outlaws And Driven From Country To Country, Or Shot Down Like Animals.

I Have Asked Some Of The Great White Chiefs Where They Get Their Authority To Say To The Indian That He Shall Stay In One Place, While He Sees White Men Going Where They Please. They Cannot Tell Me.

We Damaged All The Big Guns We Could, And Carried Away The Powder And The Lead.

The Earth Is Our Mother. She Should Not Be Disturbed By Hoe Or Plough. We Want Only To Subsist On What She Freely Gives Us.