For a short time we lived quietly. But this could not last. White men had found gold in the mountains around the land of winding water.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
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.
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.
We soon found that the white men were growing rich very fast, and were greedy.
For gold is tried in the fire and acceptable men in the furnace of adversity.
The white man has got the gold out of the land which belonged to the red man.
I have, for many years past, contemplated the noble races of red men who are now spread over these trackless forests and boundless prairies, melting away at the approach of civilization.
When the last red man shall have perished from the earth and his memory among the white men shall have become a myth, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe. The white man will never be alone. Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless.
My father was the first to see through the schemes of the white man.
More gold has been mined from the thoughts of men than has been taken from the earth.
Men know not the gold which lies in the mine of Christ Jesus, or surely they would dig in it night and day. They have not yet discovered the pearl of great price, or they would have sold their all to buy the field wherein it lies.