My father! The sun is my father, and the earth is my mother, and on her bosom I will recline. — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
Where today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pcanet, and other powerful tribes of our people? They have vanished before… — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
My father! The sun is my father, and the earth is my mother, and on her bosom I will recline. — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
Brothers, the white people are like poisonous serpents: when chilled they are feeble and harmless, but invigorate them with warmth and they sting their… — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
I am a Shawnee. My forefathers were warriors. Their son is a warrior. From them, I take my only existence. — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
Where today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pokanoket, and many other once powerful tribes of our people? They have… — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
You, too, will be driven away from your native land and ancient domains as leaves are driven before the wintry storms. Sleep not longer,… — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
No tribe has the right to sell, even to each other, much less to strangers… Sell a country! Why not sell the air, the… — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
I am Shawnee! I am a warrior! My forefathers were warriors. From them I took only my birth into this world. From my tribe… — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view and demand that they respect yours. — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
