I believe much trouble and blood would be saved if we opened our hearts more.
It does not require many words to speak the truth.
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.
The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it.
It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.
The first white men of your people who came to our country were named Lewis and Clark. They brought many things that our people had never seen. They talked straight. These men were very kind.
I am tired of talk that comes to nothing.
I believe much trouble would be saved if we opened our hearts more.
Let me be a free man - free to travel, free to stop, free to work.
Treat all men alike. Give them the same law. Give them an even chance to live and grow.
We did not know there were other people besides the Indian until about one hundred winters ago, when some men with white faces came to our country.
Words do not pay for my dead people.
When my young men began the killing, my heart was hurt.
It required a strong heart to stand up against such talk, but I urged my people to be quiet and not to begin a war.
An Indian respects a brave man, but he despises a coward.
We had a great many horses, of which we gave Lewis and Clark what they needed, and they gave us guns and tobacco in return.
I cannot tell how much my heart suffered for my people while at Leavenworth.
Some of you think an Indian is like a wild animal. This is a great mistake.
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.
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 want the white people to understand my people.
From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more, forever.
Good words will not give me back my children.
We were like deer. They were like grizzly bear.
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.
My father... had sharper eyes than the rest of our people.
We gave up some of our country to the white men, thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white man would not let us alone.
We do not want churches because they will teach us to quarrel about God. We do not want to learn that. We may quarrel with men sometimes about things on this earth, but we never quarrel about the Great Spirit. We do not want to learn that.
All men were made by the Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers.
We were contented to let things remain as the Great Spirit Chief made them. They were not; and would change the rivers and mountains if they did not suit them.
I am ready to talk today. I have been in a great many councils, but I am no wiser. We are all sprung from a woman, although we are unlike in many things. We can not be made over again. You are as you were made, and as you were made you can remain. We are just as we were made by the Great Spirit, and you can not change us ; then why should children of one mother and one father quarrel ? — why should one try to cheat the other ? I do not believe that the Great Spirit Chief gave one kind of men the right to tell another kind of men what they must do.
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.
The Indian race are waiting and praying.
I said in my heart that, rather than have war, I would give up my country.
If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian, he can live in peace.....Treat all men alike. Give them all the same law. Give them all an even chance to live and grow. All men were made by the same Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers. The Earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it.......Let me be a free man, free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade....where I choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers, free to think and talk and act for myself, and I will obey every law, or submit to the penalty.
I would give up everything rather than have the blood of white men upon the hands of my people.
The earth and myself are of one mind. The measure of the land and the neasure of our bodies are the same
We were taught to believe that the Great Spirit sees and hears everything, and that he never forgets, that hereafter he will give every man a spirit home according to his deserts; If he has been a good man, he will have a good home; if he has been a bad man, he will have a bad home. This I believe, and all my people believe the same.
We ask to be recognized as men.
I only ask of the government to be treated as all other men are treated.
We soon found that the white men were growing rich very fast, and were greedy.
I will obey every law, or submit to the penalty.
I will fight no more forever
I do not believe that the Great Spirit Chief gave one kind of men the right to tell another kind of men what they must do.
You might as well expect rivers to run backwards as any man born free to be contented penned up.
If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian he can live in peace.
For a short time we lived quietly. But this could not last. White men had found gold in the mountains around the land of winding water.
A chief called Lawyer, because he was a great talker, took the lead in the council, and sold nearly all the Nez Perce country.
I have heard talk and talk, but nothing is done.
The country was made without lines of demarcation, and it is no man's business to divide it... Do not misunderstand me, but understand me fully with reference to my affection for the land. I never said the land was mine to do with it as I chose. The one who has the right to dispose of it is the one who created it. I claim a right to live on my land and accord you the privilege to live on yours.
Whenever the white man treats the Indian as they treat each other, then we will have no more wars. We shall all be alike-brothers of one father and one another, with one sky above us and one country around us, and one government for all.
When the last deer disappears into the morning mist, When the last elk vanishes from the hills, When the last buffalo falls on the plains, I will hunt mice for I am a hunter and I must have my freedom.
The Great Spirit Chief who rules above all will smile upon this land... and this time the Indian race is waiting and praying.
General Howard informed me, in a haughty spirit, that he would give my people 30 days to go back home, collect all their stock, and move onto the reservation.
I know that my race must change.
I labored hard to avoid trouble and bloodshed.
A man who would not love his father's grave is worse than a wild animal.
The white men told lies for each other. They drove off a great many of our cattle. Some branded our young cattle so they could claim them.
Lawyer acted without authority from our band. He had no right to sell the Wallowa country.
We damaged all the big guns we could, and carried away the powder and the lead.
My people were divided about surrendering.
Governor Isaac Stevens of the Washington Territory said there were a great many white people in our country, and many more would come; that he wanted the land marked out so that the Indians and the white man could be separated.
We live, we die, and like the grass and trees, renew ourselves from the soft earth of the grave. Stones crumble and decay, faiths grow old and they are forgotten, but new beliefs are born. The faith of the villages is dust now... but it will grow again... like the trees.
All men were made brothers. The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it. You might as well expect the rivers to run backward as that any man who was born free should be content when penned up and denied liberty to go where he pleases.
I have asked some of the great white chiefs where they get their authority to say to the Indian that he shall stay in one place, while he sees white men going where they please. They cannot tell me.
I saw clearly that war was upon us when I learned that my young men had been secretly buying ammunition.
I did not want my people killed. I did not want bloodshed.
My father was the first to see through the schemes of the white man.
Whenever the white man treats the Indian as they treat each other then we shall have no more wars. We shall be all alike - brothers of one father and mother, with one sky above us and one country around us and one government for all. Then the Great Spirit Chief who rules above will smile upon this land and send rain to wash out the bloody spots made by brothers' hands upon the face of the earth. For this time the Indian race is waiting and praying. I hope 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.
When I think of our condition, my heart is heavy. I see men of my own race treated as outlaws and driven from country to country, or shot down like animals.
The earth is our mother. She should not be disturbed by hoe or plough. We want only to subsist on what she freely gives us.
All people should be treated the same way on earth.
We do not want churches. They will teach us to quarrel about God.
We are going by you without fighting if you will let us, but we are going by you anyhow!
Big name often stands on small legs.
The earth was created by the assistance of the sun, and it should be left as it was. The country was made without lines of demarcation, and it is no man's business to divide it.
The eye tells what the tongue would hide.
Look twice at a two-faced man.
It takes few words to tell the truth.
Good words do not last long unless they amount to something.
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.
When an Indian fights, he only shoots to kill.
I would have given my own life if I could have undone the killing of white men by my people.
I saw that the war could not be prevented. The time had passed.
We gathered all the stock we could find, and made an attempt to move. We left many of our horses and cattle in Wallowa. We lost several hundred in crossing the river.
War can be avoided, and it ought to be avoided. I want no war.
Our people could not talk with these white-faced men, but they used signs which all people understand.
