If I thought that you were sent by the creator, I might be induced to think that you have a right to dispose of me
Do not misunderstand me,
But understand me fully with reference my affection to the land
I never said that the land was mine to do with as I choose
The one who has a right to dispose of it is the one who created it
I claim a right to live on my land
I accord you the privilege to return to yours
Brother we have listened to your talk, coming from [ our father] The Great White Chief in Washington , and my people have called upon me to reply to you...
And in the winds which pass through these aged pines
We hear the moaning of their departed ghosts -and if the voice of our people could have been heard-
that act would have never have been done...
But alas,tho they stood around, they could neither
be seen, nor heard
Their tears felt like drops of rain
I hear my voice in the depths of the
forest , but
no answering voice comes back to me
all the silence around me
My words now must be few
I can now say no more
He is silent, for he has nothing to answer when the sun goes down
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To my friend, that I will always consider the best, Will Richardson. I have the pleasure of always wishing you well, in all that you do
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