You are like dogs in the Hot Moon when they run mad and snap at their own shadows. We are only little herds of buffalo left scattered; the great herds that once covered the prairies are no more. See! ― the white men are like the locusts when they fly so thick that the whole sky is a snowstorm. You may kill one ― two ― ten; yes, as many as the leaves in the forest yonder, and their brothers will not miss them. Kill one ― two ― ten, and ten times ten will come to kill you. Count your fingers all day long and white men with guns in their hands will come faster than you can count. - Taoyateduta (Little Crow), August 18, 1862.

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• Taoyateduta (Little Crow) is Not a Coward  (1862) , by Wikisource
  

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