Chief Joseph

Found 16 thoughts of Chief Joseph

Words do not pay for my dead people.

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.

I will speak with a straight tongue.

I believe much trouble would be saved if we opened our hearts more.

I only ask of the government to be treated as all other men are treated.

I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.

If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian he can live in peace.

I would give up everything rather than have the blood of white men upon the hands of my people.

Some of you think an Indian is like a wild animal. This is a great mistake.

It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.

We damaged all the big guns we could, and carried away the powder and the lead.

Lawyer acted without authority from our band. He had no right to sell the Wallowa country.

We had good white friends who advised us against taking the war path. My friend and brother, Mr. Chapman, told us just how the war would end.

When an Indian fights, he only shoots to kill.

From where the sun now stands I will fight no more.

I hope that no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people.