The history of the white man in India really jumped up and bit me in the neck.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We did not know there were other people besides the Indian until about one hundred winters ago, when some men with white faces came to our country.
If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian he can live in peace.
Even if severe wounds are given, the Indian has many chances in his favor, for his organization is somewhat different from that of white men, and he recovers easily from wounds that would kill any European outright.
My father was the first to see through the schemes of the white man.
If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.
The Indian is a human being.
I had felt for a long time that, if I was ever told to get up so a white person could sit, that I would refuse to do so.
I cannot forget a conversation that I had with an elderly couple from the tribe. They asked me whether I would kill them after I had finished. When I asked them why they asked that, they replied, Because you white men always do!
What white woman, however lonely, was ever captive or insulted by me? Yet they say I am a bad Indian.
We were then in a dangerous, helpless situation, exposed daily to perils and death amongst savages and wild beasts, not a white man in the country but ourselves.