The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the White Man, as the morning mist flees before the morning sun. However, your proposition seems fair and I think that my people will accept it and will retire to the reservation you offer them. Then we will dwell apart in peace. It matters little where we pass the remnants of our days. They will not be many.
Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea.
It is the order of nature, and regret is useless. We shall see. Every part of the Earth is sacred to my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks which seem to be dumb and dead as they swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with my people.