I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed… The old men are all dead… My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.
I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered.
They claim this mother of ours, the Earth, for their own use, and fence their neighbors away from her, and deface her with their buildings and their refuse.
