A Man Who Would Not Love His

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.

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.

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, Free To 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.

War Can Be Avoided, And It Ought To Be Avoided. I Want No War.

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.