We Had A Great Many Horses, Of

A Chief Called Lawyer, Because He Was A Great Talker, Took The Lead In The Council, And Sold Nearly All The Nez Perce Country.

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.

The Indian Race Is Waiting And Praying.

When I Think Of Our Condition, My Heart Is Heavy. I See Men Of My Own Race Treated As Outlaws And Driven From Country To Country, Or Shot Down Like Animals.

The First White Men Of Your People Who Came To Our Country Were Named Lewis And Clark.