Tell General Howard I know his Heart.
What He told me before I have in my heart. I am tired of fighting,
Looking Glass is dead. too-Hul-hul-sote is dead. The old men are all
dead. It is the young men who say yes or no. He who led on the young men
is dead. It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are
freezing to death. My people, some of them have run away to the hills,
and have no blankets, no food; no one knows where they are -- perhpas
freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children and see
how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead.
Hear me, my chiefs. I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the
sun now stands I will fight no more forever.
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