Almost At The End Of The Road:
I am here to tell you that we are almost at the end of the road. My English is broken, but I will explain to you as near as I can. In the old time, way back, we had a place where we used to go and pick berries for our winter supply. Then again, we had a hunting ground where we killed the game for our winter supply. And again, we had a place where we used to go to gather acorns for our winter supply. Then again, we could go up along the river to where a fishing place was left for us. But today, when we go back to where we used to go for our berries, there is the sign "Keep out." What are we going to do?

Then again, we go to where we used to go to hunt. You see the sign "Keep out. No shooting allowed." All right. We go away. Then again, we go down to where we used to fish. That is taken by white men. What are we going to do? We cannot do anything. I:169-170

Where Is My Country?:
Mostly gravel and rock with little scrubby trees and redwood. My father, (Captain Spott) was not satisfied with the land (ten acre grant)... .We owned this land.. .we ought to get to pick out....

I did make up my mind in the war that I am American and I went overseas to fight for this country Then the officers came to me while I was overseas and they told me,"You are all right. You fought for your country." I just gave them a smile and I thought to myself, "Where is my country when I get home?" II:132

Captain Spott:
My father (Captain Spott) taught me so hard. I thought he didn't love me. Now I wish I could have stood more. II:100, told to Harry Roberts