".. The white men spread a lot of one-dollar bills on the ground and said "This is what the white man trades with. This is his buffalo robe. Just as you trade with skins, we trade with these pieces of paper." When the white chief had laid all his money on the ground, and shown how much he would give if the Indians would sign a treaty, Crowfoot took a handful of clay and made a ball out of it, and put it on the fire. And it cooked it -- it did not crack. Then he said to the white men, "Now, put your money on fire and see if it will last as long as the clay." Then the white chief said "No. My money will burn, because it is made of paper." Then, with an amused gleam in his piercing eyes, the old chief said "Oh, your money is not as good as our land, is it? The wind will blow it away, the fire will burn it, the water will rot it. Nothing can destroy our land. You don't make very good trade." Then with a smile, the dignified chief of the Blackfeet picked up a handful of sand from the bank of the Milk River. This he handed to the white man and said, "You count the grains of sand in that while I count the money you gave for the land." The white man said, "I would not live long enough to count this. But you can count this money in a few minutes." "Very well," said the wise Crowfoot, "our land is more valuable than your money. It will last forever. It will not perish as long as the sun shines and the water flows. And through all the years it will give life to man and animal. And therefore, we cannot sell the land. It was put here by the Great Spirit .."