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.
Why don't you talk, and go straight, and let all be well?
All we ask is that we have peace with the whites. We want to hold you by the hand. You are our father.
We were once friends with the whites but you nudged us out of the way by your intrigues, and now when we are in council you keep nudging each other.
I have done my best to keep my young men quiet, but some will not listen and since the fighting began, I have not been able to keep them at home.
The Cheyennes do not fight at all this side of the Arkansas, but north some young warriors were fired upon and then the fight began.