Our Chiefs are killed...The old men are dead. 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 can find them among the dead.
Hear me, My Chiefs. My heart is sick and sad......
Who said this and when. Triple points for completing the last sentence.
I get off work to day at 5 p.m. and will give y'all the answer then.
FYI...as you can tell I am reading a book on American History and it has lots of quotes.