I hope that no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people.
We had good white friends who advised us against taking the war path. My friend and brother, Mr. Chapman, told us just how the war would end.
I saw clearly that war was upon us when I learned that my young men had been secretly buying ammunition.
It required a strong heart to stand up against such talk, but I urged my people to be quiet and not to begin a war.
Hear me, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.