The Sacred Buffalo Vision by Robert J. Juneau and Robert C. Juneau pg.135

Unless you all help, these Indians will all die off this coming winter. They are now so damned hungry that they are too weak to work; but of course, there is no work for them to do. They ask why the Government doesn’t send the troops to kill them all off, and put them out of their misery?  Yesterday an old woman came up to see me, walking all the way from the forks of the Two Medicine River. She was in rags and starving. I gave her a meal, and then bought flour, sugar, coffee, and meat for her, and she was so affected by this, she broke down and cried. I tell you, by God, that it makes me mad all the time to see the condition these Indians are in! Many of them are plumb out of food and have no horses or anything else. Their faces have turned grey from hunger and they don’t look like the Indians I used to know. Not a day passes that some of them come to me for help. Tuberculosis is rapidly killing off the Indians, but it serves well the interests of purpose of those who are after this big grass country, now practically all taken by the agents of the big meat trust, Swift & Co. through its subsidiary, the Portland Land & Cattle Company. By the reference to the big grass country, the writer means this: The patents which your Office has issued to the Blackfeet for their allotments of land are rapidly being purchased by the whites. Up to the time Cato Sells became Commissioner of Indian Affairs, The Blackfeet owned fine bands of cattle and horses, were drawing ample rations, and were in a fair way to in a few years become self-supporting.
-The Sacred Buffalo Vision by Robert J. Juneau and Robert C. Juneau  
pg.135