We want to take good tidings home to our people, that they may sleep in peace.

These people that are with us are glad to think that we can have peace once more, and can sleep soundly, and that we can live.

All we ask is that we have peace with the whites. We want to hold you by the hand. You are our father.

Although the troops have struck us, we throw it all behind and are glad to meet you in peace and friendship.

But we want peace, I would move all my people down this way. I could then keep them all quietly near camp.

We are different nations, but it seems as if we were but one people, whites and all.