We have been travelling through a cloud. The sky has been dark ever since the war began.

Although the troops have struck us, we throw it all behind and are glad to meet you in peace and friendship.

I have not come here with a little wolf bark, but have come to talk plain with you.

I want you to give all these chiefs of the soldiers here to understand that we are for peace, and that we have made peace, that we may not be mistaken by them for enemies.

I once thought that I was the only man that persevered to be the friend of the white man, but since they have come and cleaned out our lodges, horses, and everything else, it is hard for to believe the white man any more.

All we ask is that we have peace with the whites. We want to hold you by the hand. You are our father.