We gave up some of our country to the white men, thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white man would not let us alone.

I know that my race must change.

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.

My father... had sharper eyes than the rest of our people.

It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.