Chief Joseph
October 9th, 2007
I am tired of fighting, our chiefs are killed…it is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death…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…
before his tribe was slaughtered
(via Vagabox Burn)
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