The Meat Of The Buffalo Tastes The

If The Great Spirit Had Desired Me To Be A White Man He Would Have Made Me So In The First Place. He Put In Your Heart Certain Wishes And Plans, And In My Heart He Put Other And Different Desires. It Is Not Necessary For Eagles To Be Crows.

The Meat Of The Buffalo Tastes The Same On Both Sides Of The Border.

Strangely Enough, They Have A Mind To Till The Soil, And The Love Of Possessions Is A Disease In Them.

Every Seed Is Awakened, And All Animal Life.

What Treaty Have The Sioux Made With The White Man That We Have Broken? Not One. What Treaty Have The White Man Ever Made With Us That They Have Kept? Not One.