{"id":129,"date":"2014-06-03T18:50:32","date_gmt":"2014-06-04T02:50:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ya-native.com\/blog\/?p=129"},"modified":"2020-06-28T23:27:24","modified_gmt":"2020-06-29T07:27:24","slug":"satanta-kiowa-chief","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ya-native.com\/blog\/satanta-kiowa-chief\/","title":{"rendered":"Satanta – Kiowa Chief"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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I love this land and the buffalo and will not part with it. I want you to understand well what I say. Write it on paper…I hear a great deal of good talk from the gentlemen the Great Father sends us, but they never do what they say. I don’t want any of the medicine lodges (schools and churches) within the country. I want the children raised as I was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have heard you intend to settle us on a reservation near the mountains. I don’t want to settle. I love to roam over the prairies. There I feel free and happy, but when we settle down we grow pale and die.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A long time ago this land belonged to our fathers, but when I go up to the river I see camps of soldiers on its banks. These soldiers cut down my timber, they kill my buffalo and when I see that, my heart feels like bursting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Satanta – Kiowa Chief<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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