Chief Joseph I Will Fight No More Forever

I am tired of fighting.

Our chiefs are killed.

Looking Glass is dead.

Too-hul-hul-sote is dead.

Now it is the young men who say yes or no in council.

He who led on 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 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's surrender speech 5 October1877

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