"I am tired of fighting. Our Chiefs are killed; Looking Glass is dead, Ta Hool Hool Shute 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 - perhaps 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."
Chief Joseph- October 5, 1877 in the Bear Paw Mountains
"Somebody has to do something, and it's just incredibly pathetic that it has to be us.”
Jerry Garcia
www.conservation.org