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!
SITTING BULLBehold, 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!
SITTING BULLIf 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.
SITTING BULLI know Great Spirit is looking down upon me from above, and will hear what I say.
SITTING BULLStrangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.
SITTING BULLIs it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country?
SITTING BULLI want to tell you that if the Great Spirit had chosen anyone to be the chief of this country, it is myself.
SITTING BULLIt does not take many words to tell the truth.
SITTING BULLTherefore, I do not wish to consider any proposition to cede any portion of our tribal holdings to the Great Father.
SITTING BULLWhat treaty that the whites have kept has the red man broken? Not one.
SITTING BULLI wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.
SITTING BULLHealthy feet can feel the very heart of Mother Earth.
SITTING BULLYou come here to tell us lies, but we don’t want to hear them. If we told you more, you would have paid no attention. That is all I have to say.
SITTING BULLThey claim this mother of ours, the Earth, for their own use, and fence their neighbors away from her, and deface her with their buildings and their refuse.
SITTING BULLI have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace.
SITTING BULLI 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.
SITTING BULLA cold wind blew on the prairie on the day the last buffalo fell. A death wind for my people.
SITTING BULL