We had good white friends who advised us against taking the war path. My friend and brother, Mr. Chapman, told us just how the war would end.
We did not know there were other people besides the Indian until about one hundred winters ago, when some men with white faces came to our country.
A man who would not love his father's grave is worse than a wild animal.
Some of you think an Indian is like a wild animal. This is a great mistake.
It required a strong heart to stand up against such talk, but I urged my people to be quiet and not to begin a war.
I would have given my own life if I could have undone the killing of white men by my people.
