I'm an Indian alright, but here in the nation they call us the Civilized Tribe.

They call us Civilized because we are easy to sneak up on.

Fact: He coined the phase Endeavour 2 Persevere

We thought about it for a long time - "Endeavor to Persevere." And when we had thought about long enough, we declared war on the Union.

I didn't surrender neither. But they took my horse and made him surrender.

They have him pulling a wagon up in Kansas I bet.

My culture did not prize the hoarding of private possessions, in fact, to hoard was a shameful thing to do among my people. The Indian looked on all things in Nature as belonging to [us] and he expected to share them with others and to take only what he needed

Can't sneak up on an Indian

First we had the land and they had the Bibles, now we have the Bibles and they have the land

It is hard to understand a culture that justifies the killing of millions in past wars, and it at this very moment preparing bombs to kill even greater numbers. It is hard for me to understand a culture that spends more on wars and weapons to kill, than it does on education and welfare to help and develop.

The time will soon be here when my grandchild will long for the cry of a loon, the flash of a salmon, the whisper of spruce needles, or the screech of an eagle. But he will not make friends with any of these creatures and when his heart aches with longing, he will curse me. Have I done all to keep the air fresh? Have I cared enough about the water? Have I left the eagle to soar in freedom? Have I done everything I could to earn my grandchild's fondness?

One thing to remember is to talk to the animals. If you do, they will talk back to you. But if you don't talk to the animals, they won't talk back to you, then you won't understand, and when you don't understand you will fear, and when you fear you will destroy the animals, and if you destroy the animals, you will destroy yourself.

There is a longing among all people and creatures to have a sense of purpose and worth. To satisfy that common longing in all of us we must respect each other.

Sometimes the magic works, sometimes it doesn't

How did you know which one was goin’ to shoot first?

Hell is coming to breakfast.

All I have is a piece of hard rock candy. But it’s not for eatin’. It’s just for lookin’ through.

I didn't surrender neither. But they took my horse and made him surrender.

I’m gettin’ better at sneaking up on you like this. Only an Indian can do something like this.

Howdy.

I notice when you get to dislikin' someone, they ain't around long either.

whooped em again, huh Josie!

I ain’t that old after all.

It’s my death face.

The white man’s been sneaking up on me for years.

None taken.

May the stars carry your sadness away, may the flowers fill your heart with beauty, may hope forever wipe away your tears. And, above all, may silence make you strong.

Actually, I was looking to gain an edge. I thought you might be someone who would sneak up behind me with a gun.

Get ready, little lady. Hell is coming to breakfast.

My white brother does many things well for he is more clever than my people but ....

..I wonder if he has ever really learned to love at all.

How ’bout the one on the right?

I could have missed.

We thought about it for a long time - "Endeavor to Persevere." And when we had thought about long enough, we declared war on the Union.

I didn’t surrender, but they took my horse and made him surrender. They have him pulling a wagon up in Kansas I bet.

Would you rather be riding with Comancheros, Granny?

All I have is a piece of hard rock candy. But it’s not for eatin’. It’s just for lookin’ through.

Endeavour to Persevere

First we had the land and they had the Bibles, now we have the Bibles and they have the land

It’s my death face.

Howdy

I’m gettin’ better at sneaking up on you like this. Only an Indian can do something like this.

Sometimes the magic works, sometimes it doesn't

I ain’t that old after all.

I didn't surrender neither. But they took my horse and made him surrender.

First we had the land and they had the Bibles, now we have the Bibles and they have the land

Get ready, little lady. Hell is coming to breakfast.

Somethin’ wrong?

All I have is a piece of hard rock candy. But it’s not for eatin’. It’s just for lookin’ through.

I guess you were right.

The white man’s been sneaking up on me for years.

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Hell is coming to breakfast.

I’m gettin’ better at sneaking up on you like this. Only an Indian can do something like this.

whooped em again, huh Josie!

One thing to remember is to talk to the animals. If you do, they will talk back to you.

But if you don't talk to the animals, they won't talk back to you, then you won't understand, and when you don't understand you will fear,

and when you fear you will destroy the animals, and if you destroy the animals, you will destroy yourself.