A Man Who Would Not Love His

Treat All Men Alike. Give Them The Same Law. Give Them An Even Chance To Live And Grow.

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.

I Believe Much Trouble And Blood Would Be Saved If We Opened Our Hearts More. I Will Tell You In My Way How The Indian Sees Things. The White Man Has More Words To Tell You How They Look To Him, But It Does Not Require Many Words To Speak The Truth.

I Pressed My Father's Hand And Told Him I Would Protect His Grave With My Life. My Father Smiled And Passed Away To The Spirit Land.

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.