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!

When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?

What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.

It is through this mysterious power that we too have our being, and we therefore yield to our neighbors, even to our animal neighbors, the same right as ourselves to inhabit this vast land.