Sitting Bull

This nation is like a spring freshet; it overruns its banks and destroys all who are in its path.

It is not necessary for eagles to be crows.

Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.

When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?

I want to tell you that if the Great Spirit had chosen anyone to be the chief of this country, it is myself.

The earth has received the embrace of the sun and we shall see the results of that love.

What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.

Let us put our minds together and see what life we can make for our children.

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.

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!