NATIVE AMERICAN QUOTE OF THE MONTH

I AM TIRED OF FIGHTING. LOOKING GLASS IS DEAD.
too-HUL-hul-sote IS DEAD. THE OLD MEN ARE ALL DEAD
IT IS THE YOUNG MEN WHO 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, NO FOOD; NO ONE KNOWS WHERE THEY ARE-- PERHAPS ALSO 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. I AM TIRED; MY HEART IS SICK AND SAD.
FROM WHERE THE SUN NOW STANDS
I WILL FIGHT NO MORE................FOREVER

CHIEF JOSEPH of the NEZ PERCE
(the greatest American who has ever lived)