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.
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.
We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills, and winding streams with tangled growth, as ‘wild’. Only to the white man was nature a ‘wilderness’.
