Our chiefs are killed. . . . The little children are freezing to death. . . . My people have no blankets,… — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
Hear me, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight… — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
We did not know there were other people besides the Indian until about one hundred winters ago, when some men with white faces came… — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
I would give up everything rather than have the blood of white men upon the hands of my people. — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
I am tired of talk that comes to nothing It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and all the… — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
I have asked some of the great white chiefs where they get their authority to say to the Indian that he shall stay in… — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
Good words will not give my people good health and stop them from dying. Good words will not get my people a home where… — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
I do not believe that the Great Spirit Chief gave one kind of men the right to tell another kind of men what they… — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
We soon found that the white men were growing rich very fast, and were greedy. — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
