How CAN YOU BUY OR SEII THE SKY?
how can you buy or seii the sky,the warmth of the land? the idea is strange to us.if we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water,how can you buy them?
every part of this earth is sacred to my people.every shining pine needle,every sandy shore,every mist in the dark woods,every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people.the sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.
the white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. our dead never forget this beautiful earth,fou it is the mother of the red man.we are the part of the earth and it is part of us.the perfumed flowers are our sisters,the deer,the horde ,the great eagle, these are our brithers.
so, when the great chief in washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asls much of us .the great chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves .he will be our father and wewill be his children.
so we will consider your offer to buy our land. but it will mot be easy.for this land is sacred to us.this shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors.if we sell ou land, you must remember that it is sacred ,and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of mu people.the water's murmur is the vioce of mu father's father.
we know that the white man does not understand our ways.one portion of land is the sane to hin as the next,for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land hatecer he needs. the earth is not his brother,but his enemy,and when he has conquwews ir,he moves on.
our ways are different from your ways. the sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man.but perhaps it is because the red people are savages and do not understand.there is no quiet place in the white man's cities. no place to hear the unfurling of leaes in spring or the rustle of the insect's wings. the clatter only seems to insult the ears. and what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry if the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the pond at night? i am a red man and do not understands.the indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond. and the smell of the wind itself, cleansed by a midday tain,or scented with pinon pine。
the air is precious to the red man for all things share the same breath.the white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes.like a man dying for many days he is numb to the stench. but if we sell you our land . you must remember that the air is precious to us .that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. the wind gave our ancestors their first bresth also received their last sigh.you must keep it apart and sacred as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind is sweetened by the meadow's flowers .
so we will consider your offer to buy our land.if we decide to accept ,i will make ome condition; the white man must treat the beasts of this land like his brothers and sisters, what are we without the beasts?if all the beasts were gone ,we would diw from a great loneliness of the spiret ,for whatever to the beasts,soon happwns to us , all things are cinnected.
you must teach you children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of you grandfather,so that they will respect the land.tell your children that the earth is rich with the lices of our kin. tesch your children that we have taught our children that the earth is our mother. whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth.if men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.