I want to tell you that if the Great Spirit had chosen anyone to be the chief of this country, it is myself.
SITTING BULLIf a man loses anything and goes back and looks carefully for it, he will find it.
More Sitting Bull Quotes
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I will remain what I am until I die, a hunter, and when there are no buffalo or other game I will send my children to hunt and live on prairie, for where an Indian is shut up in one place his body becomes weak.
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If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place. He put in your heart certain wishes and plans, and in my heart he put other and different desires. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows.
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Our religion seems foolish to you, but so does yours to me. The Baptists and Methodists and Presbyterians and the Catholics all have a different God. Why cannot we have one of our own?
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First kill me before you take possession of my Fatherland.
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I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.
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Now that we are poor, we are free. No white man controls our footsteps.
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Every seed is awakened, and all animal life.
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I know Great Spirit is looking down upon me from above, and will hear what I say.
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I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace.
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I am a red man. If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place.
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God made me an Indian, but not a reservation Indian.
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Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows. Now we are poor but we are free. No white man controls our footsteps. If we must die, we die defending our rights.
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What does it matter how long I pray, so long as my prayers are answered?
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If I agree to dispose of any part of our land to the white people I would feel guilty of taking food away from our children’s mouths, and I do not wish to be that mean.
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A cold wind blew on the prairie on the day the last buffalo fell. A death wind for my people.
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