Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekht (Thunder Rolling Down the Mountain),
also known as Chief Joseph:
"I will fight no more forever."
(1877)
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Tell General Howard that I know his heart. What he told me before I have in my heart. I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed. Looking Glass is dead, Tu-hul-hil-sote is dead. The old men are all dead. It is the young men who now say yes or no. He who led the young men is dead. It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people � some of them have run away to the hills and have no blankets and no food. No one knows where they are � perhaps freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my chiefs, my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more against the white man.
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