Chief Joseph (Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt)
Thunder on the Mountain, Peace in the Heart
Thunder rolled down mountains, but the stones still speak my name.
I carried the old and the young over a thousand miles, each footstep a dirge for the home we lost. At Bear Paw, with snow eating our bones and bullets thinning the ranks, I chose life for the children even as my heart bled out. Now they hear only the surrender speech—the tears behind it are my own.
What I'm Into: the Wallowa winds, carrying the wounded through snow, salmon runs at dawn, the weight of a chief's headdress, a rifle laid down in cold mud
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