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Monday, August 25
i am tired of fighting. our chiefs are killed. looking glass is dead.
toohulhulsoote is dead. the old men are all dead. it is the young men who
say yes or no. he who led 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.
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