We Soon Found That The White Men

Finest Fur May Cover Toughest Meat.

Let Me Be A Free Man - Free To Travel, Free To Stop, Free To Work.

Our People Could Not Talk With These White-faced Men, But They Used Signs Which All People Understand.

We Live, We Die, And Like The Grass And Trees, Renew Ourselves From The Soft Earth Of The Grave. Stones Crumble And Decay, Faiths Grow Old And They Are Forgotten, But New Beliefs Are Born. The Faith Of The Villages Is Dust Now... But It Will Grow Again... Like The Trees.

I Have Heard Talk And Talk, But Nothing Is Done.