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(Authentic Text of Chief Seattle's Treaty Oration, 1854)
Yonder sky that has wept tears of compassion upon my
people for centuries untold, and which to us appears
changeless and eternal, may change. Today is fair. Tomorrow
it may be overcast with clouds. My words are like the stars
that never change. Whatever Seattle says, the Great Chief at
Washington can rely upon with as much certainty as he can
upon the return of the sun or the seasons. The White Chief
says that Big Chief at Washington sends us greetings of
friendship and goodwill
. This is kind of him for we know he
has little need of our friendship in return. His people are
many. They are like the grass that covers vast prairies. My
people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-
swept plain. The great - and, I presume - good, White Chiet
sends us word that he wishes to buy our land but is willing to
allow us enough to live comfortably. This indeed appears just
even generous, for the Red Man no longer has rights that he
need respect, and the​

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