Expansion and The West
I am tired of
fighting. Our chiefs are all killed. Looking Glass is dead....The old men
are all 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 food. No one knows where they are....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
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