It matters little where we pass the remnants of our days. They will not be many.

     But why should I mourn the untimely fate of my people? Your time of decay may be distant, but it will surely come, for eventhe white man, whose God walked and talked with him as friend with friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers, after all. We will see ...

 

 

 

     Can we talk of integration there is integration of hearts and minds? Unless you have this, you have only a physical presence, and the walls between us are as high as the mountain range.

 

 

 

     The color of the skin makes no difference. What is good and just for one is good and just for the other, and the Great Spirit made all men brothers.

     I have red skin, but my grandfather was a white man. What does it matter? It is not the color of the skin that makes me good or bad.

 

 

 

     The path to the glory is rough, and many gloomy hours obscure it. May the Great Spirit shed light on your path, so that you may never experience the humility that the power of the American government has reduced me to. This is the wish of a man who, in his native forests, was once as proud and bold as yourself.