We Were Like Deer. They Were Like

I Know That My Race Must Change.

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 Know That My Race Must Change. We Cannot Hold Our Own With The White Men As We Are. We Only Ask An Even Chance To Live As Other Men Live. We Ask To Be Recognized As Men. We Ask That The Same Law Shall Work Alike On All Men. If An Indian Breaks The Law, Punish Him By The Law. If A White Man Breaks The Law, Punish Him Also.

We Do Not Want Churches Because They Will Teach Us To Quarrel About God. We Do Not Want To Learn That. We May Quarrel With Men Sometimes About Things On This Earth, But We Never Quarrel About The Great Spirit. We Do Not Want To Learn That.

Our Chiefs Are Killed. . . . The Little Children Are Freezing To Death. . . . My People Have No Blankets, No Food. . . . My Heart Is Sick And Sad. . . . I Will Fight No More Forever.