We must not forget our earth and that which it gives to us, and that which we are able to give to one another. Attachments: An article challenging the authenticity of the Perry text. One thing we know which the white man may one day discover; our God is the same God. There are two slightly different English versions to be found on the internet for those who would like to read the speech. Recibido ayer y leído esta mañana en el tren.
If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. Smith wrote down an English version of the speech, based on Smith's notes. This is kind of him for we know he has little need of our friendship in return. They still love its verdant valleys, its murmuring rivers, its magnificent mountains, sequestered vales and verdant lined lakes and bays, and ever yearn in tender fond affection over the lonely hearted living, and often return from the happy hunting ground to visit, guide, console, and comfort them. O quizás el de Kennedy era sobre la Guerra Fría y el de Kruschev sobre la carrera a la Luna. The white chief says that Big Chief at Washington sends us greetings of friendship and goodwill.
. Your God is not our God! So we will consider your offer to buy our land. Not only does it talk about buffalo, but it also mentions a bird that has rarely been seen around Puget Sound. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. For they love this earth as the newborn loves its mother's heartbeat. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished.
He leaves his father's grave behind, and he does not care. This was important because Spanning and soon to be resigning Police. The Red Man could never comprehend or remember it. They will not be many. The Earth is precious to Him, and to harm the Earth is to heap contempt on its creator.
The great, and I presume — good, White Chief sends us word that he wishes to buy our land but is willing to allow us enough to live comfortably. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves. Seattle even says that the , i. We will ponder your proposition and when we decide we will let you know. The idea is strange to us. The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the White Man, as the morning mist flees before the morning sun.
Your God loves your people and hates mine! Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with the greatness of tribes that are now but a mournful memory. So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. And, in 1992, the letter was shown to have been a forgery. The Red Man could never comprehend or remember it. The makers of the film took a little literary license, further changing the speech and making it into a letter to President Franklin Pierce, which has been frequently reprinted. One thing we know that the white man may one day discover.
He gave them laws to be followed but none to his Red children. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. You wander far from the graves of your ancestors and seemingly without regret. For we know that if we do not sell, the white man may come with guns and take our land. Very few can admit that the Sonics coming back to Seattle is not good news. His brave armies will be to us a bristling wall of strength, and his great ships of war will fill our harbors so that our ancient enemies far to the northward, the Simsiams and Hydas, will no longer frighten our women and old men.
There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with the greatness of tribes that are now but a mournful memory. Chief Seattle gave a famous in December 1854 in what is now downtown Seattle, when he was in his late fifties or early sixties. But let us hope that the hostilities between us may never return. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? If Doctor Smith was witness to Chief Seattle's epic speech, he was the sole translator. The white chief says that Big Chief at Washington sends us greetings of friendship and goodwill.
There is little in common between us. Our people are ebbing away like a rapidly receding tide that will never return. Day and night cannot dwell together. Your God makes your people wax stronger every day. The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the White Man, as the morning mist flees before the morning sun. By most accounts, the speech was stirring, carried by the chief's strong voice. I hope to discover fate soon.
If we have a common Heavenly Father He must be partial, for He came to His paleface children. Basically, the audience receives a diplomatic but alarming warning by Chief Seattle about the white people taking over their motherland. Smith, who had attended the original oration. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land, but you cannot. Original Version The text was produced in 1854 by Dr. The white chief says that Big Chief at Washington sends us greetings of friendship and goodwill.