Tecumseh (IMAGE)

Shawnee warrior Native American Indian tribe tribal confederacy

Brothers, when the white men first set foot on our grounds, they were hungry. They had no place on which to spread their blankets or to kindle their fire. They were feeble. They could do nothing for themselves. Our fathers commiserated their distress and shared freely with them whatever the Great Spirit had given his ‘red’ children. He gave them food when hungry, medicine when sick, spread skins for them to sleep on, and gave them grounds that they might hunt and graze corn. Brothers, the white people are like poisonous serpents. When chilled, they are feeble and harmless. But invigorate them with warmth and they sting their benefactors to death. The white people came upon us feeble, and now we have made them strong. They wish to kill us or drive us back as they would wolves or panthers. Brothers, the white men are not friends to the Indians. At first they ask for land only sufficient enough for a wigwam. Now nothing will satisfy them but the whole of our hunting grounds, from the rising to the setting sun. Brothers, the white men want more than our hunting grounds. They wish to kill our warriors – they would even kill our old men, women, and little ones.
– Tecumseh, Shawnee Warrior; circa 1776.


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