| CHIEF JOSEPH |
| �Our chiefs are killed... The little children are freezing to death. My people... have no blankets, no food... My heart is sick and sad... I will fight no more forever.� �Treat all men alike. Give them all the same laws. Give them all an even chance to live and grow.� �We were content to let things remain as the Great Spirit made them. [The white men] were not, and would change the rivers and mountains if they did not suit them.� �Whenever the white man treats Indians as they treat each other, then we shall have no more wars. We shall be all alike�with one sky above us and one country around us, and one government for all.� |
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