They knew nothing of our wrongs and laughed at us.
"When the Sioux left Minnesota and went beyond the Big Muddy the white chiefs promised them they would never again be disturbed.

Then they followed us across the river, and when we asked for lands they gave us each a prairie chicken's flight four ways (a hundred and sixty acres); this they gave us, who once had all the land there was, and whose habit is to roam as far as a horse can carry us and then continue our journey till we have had our fill of wandering.
"We are not as many as the White Man.

But we know that this land is our land.

And while we live and can fight, we will fight for it.

If the White Man does not want us to fight, why does he take our land?
If we come and build our lodges on the White Man's land, the White Man drives us away or kills us.