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I am tired of fighting..The old men are all dead..The little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them, have run away to the hills and have no blankets, no food. No one knows where they are..Hear me, my Chiefs!! I am tired: my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more. Chief Joseph, (Nez Perce)
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Date --date='200 year'