Sitting Bull

Now that we are poor, we are free. No white man controls our footsteps.

This nation is like a spring freshet; it overruns its banks and destroys all who are in its path.

They want us to give up another chunk of our tribal land. This is not the first time or the last time.

Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.

There are things they tell us that sound good to hear, but when they have accomplished their purpose they will go home and will not try to fulfill our agreements with them.

What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What law have I broken?

They claim this mother of ours, the Earth, for their own use, and fence their neighbors away from her, and deface her with their buildings and their refuse.

Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!