We Were Like Deer. They Were Like

We Were Taught To Believe That The Great Spirit Sees And Hears Everything, And That He Never Forgets; That Hereafter He Will Give Every Man A Spirit-home According To His Deserts: If He Has Been A Good Man, He Will Have A Good Home; If He Has Been A Bad Man, He Will Have A Bad Home. This I Believe, And All My People Believe The Same.

From Where The Sun Now Stands I Will Fight No More.

I Would Have Given My Own Life If I Could Have Undone The Killing Of White Men By My People.

War Can Be Avoided, And It Ought To Be Avoided. I Want No War.

When The Last Deer Disappears Into The Morning Mist, When The Last Elk Vanishes From The Hills, When The Last Buffalo Falls On The Plains, I Will Hunt Mice For I Am A Hunter And I Must Have My Freedom.