The air is precious for the red skin, because all the beings share the same breath: the animal, the tree, the man, all we breathed the same air. The white man seems not to notice the air that breathes. Like a dying who agonizes for many days, he is insensible to the pestilencia. But we sell our earth to you you do not have to forget that the air is precious, that the air shares its spirit with all the life that maintains. The air gave to our parents its first breath and received its last expiration. And the air also must give to our children the spirit of the life. And if we sell our earth to you, you must appreciate them like something escepcional and sacred, like a place where also the white man feels that the wind has the sweet aroma of the flowers of the prairies. We will meditate the idea to sell our earth, and if we decided to accept it will be only with a condition: the white man will have to deal with to the animal the country like a his brothers.
I am a savage and I do not understand it of another form. I have seen of thousand bisons rotting, left by the white man after killing them to shots from a train that happened. I am a savage and I cannot include/understand that a smoky machine is more important that the bisons, which we only hunted to follow living. What would be of the man without the animal? If the animal also disappeared the man it would die of great spiritual solitude. Because what happens to the animal, also soon it will happen to the man. All the things are related to each other. What affects to the Mother Earth, will also affect all the children. You teach to your children which we have taught to our children: the Earth is our mother.