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American
Indians of the Pacific Northwest
Nez
Perces Chief Joseph & Red
Thunder pose with Edmund S.
Meany, Washington, ca. 1903
Photographer
Curtis, Edward S., 1868-1952
Photographed
United States--Washington
(State)--Seattle
Available Info On photo:
Left to Right
Chief Joseph and Red Thunder
wearing headresses, with Edmund
S. Meany (called Three Knives by
Chief Joseph)
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Nez
Perce History
The Nez Perce, the largest ethnic group
in the Columbia Plateau, were closely
related to the Cayuse, Tenino and
Umatilla tribes to their west. Their
languages are closely related, all part
of the Sahaptian branch of the Penutian
language phylum. The Nez Perce were also
heavily influenced by their Plains
neighbors to the east. They acquired
horses in the mid 1700's and quickly
became known for outstanding
horsemanship. They maintained a
traditional friendship with the
Americans, and allied themselves closely
with the other Penutian speakers,
trading and hunting with them on
generally good terms. They were much
less friendly with the tribes to the
south and east, especially the Shoshonis,
Bannocks and Blackfeet.
The relatively peaceful relations with
the white people came to an end in the
1870's when the United States withdrew
the reservation status of the Wallowa
valley in northeastern Oregon in 1875.
Chief Joseph (Hin-ma-toe-yah-laht-khit)
led his band in the Nez Perce War. In
1877, his band was forced to retreat
from the Wallowas, traveling 1,800 miles
with U.S. Army in pursuit. The army
caught up with the band in Montana, and
Chief Joseph surrendered. In a speech
that has become famous, he concludes
with "Hear me, my chiefs. I am
tired; my heart is sick and sad. From
where the sun now stands I will fight no
more, forever."
The
man who became a national celebrity with
the name "Chief Joseph" was
born in the Wallowa Valley in what is
now northeastern Oregon in 1840. He was
given the name Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt,
or Thunder Rolling Down the Mountain,
but was widely known as Joseph, or
Joseph the Younger, because his father
had taken the Christian name Joseph when
he was baptized at the Lapwai mission by
Henry Spalding in 1838.
Joseph
the Elder was one of the first Nez Percé
converts to Christianity and an active
supporter of the tribe's longstanding
peace with whites. In 1855 he even
helped Washington's territorial governor
set up a Nez Percé reservation that
stretched from Oregon into Idaho. But in
1863, following a gold rush into Nez
Percé territory, the federal government
took back almost six million acres of
this land, restricting the Nez Percé to
a reservation in Idaho that was only one
tenth its prior size. Feeling himself
betrayed, Joseph the Elder denounced the
United States, destroyed his American
flag and his Bible, and refused to move
his band from the Wallowa Valley or sign
the treaty that would make the new
reservation boundaries official.
In
1855 Chief Joseph's father, Old Joseph,
signed a treaty with the U.S. that
allowed his people to retain much of
their traditional lands. In 1863 another
treaty was created that severely reduced
the amount of land, but Old Joseph
maintained that this second treaty was
never agreed to by his people.
When
his father died in 1871, Joseph was
elected to succeed him. He inherited not
only a name but a situation made
increasingly volatile as white settlers
continued to arrive in the Wallowa
Valley.
Chief
Joseph, was best known for his
resistance to the U.S. Government's
attempts to force his tribe onto
reservations. The Nez Perce were a
peaceful nation spread from Idaho to
Northern Washington. The tribe had
maintained good relations with the
whites after the Lewis and Clark
expedition. Joseph spent much of his
early childhood at a mission maintained
by Christian missionaries. Joseph
staunchly resisted all efforts to force
his band onto the small Idaho
reservation, and in 1873 a federal order
to remove white settlers and let his
people remain in the Wallowa Valley made
it appear that he might be successful.
But the federal government soon reversed
itself, and in 1877 General Oliver Otis
Howard threatened a cavalry attack to
force Joseph's band and other hold-outs
onto the reservation. Believing military
resistance futile, Joseph reluctantly
led his people toward Idaho.
Unfortunately,
they never got there. About twenty young
Nez Percé warriors, enraged at the loss
of their homeland, staged a raid on
nearby settlements and killed several
whites. Immediately, the army began to
pursue Joseph's band and the others who
had not moved onto the reservation.
Although he had opposed war, Joseph
joined the war leaders.
What
followed was one of the most brilliant
military retreats in American history.
Even the unsympathetic General William
Tecumseh Sherman could not help but be
impressed with the 1,400 mile march,
stating that "the Indians
throughout displayed a courage and skill
that elicited universal praise... [they]
fought with almost scientific skill,
using advance and rear guards, skirmish
lines, and field fortifications."
In over three months, the band of about
700, fewer than 200 of whom were
warriors, fought 2,000 U.S. soldiers and
Indian auxiliaries in four major battles
and numerous skirmishes.
By
the time he formally surrendered on
October 5, 1877, Joseph was widely
referred to in the American press as
"the Red Napoleon." It is
unlikely, however, that he played as
critical a role in the Nez Percé's
military feat as his legend suggests. He
was never considered a war chief by his
people, and even within the Wallowa
band, it was Joseph's younger brother,
Olikut, who led the warriors, while
Joseph was responsible for guarding the
camp. It appears, in fact, that Joseph
opposed the decision to flee into
Montana and seek aid from the Crows and
that other chiefs -- Looking Glass and
some who had been killed before the
surrender -- were the true strategists
of the campaign. Nevertheless, Joseph's
widely reprinted surrender speech has
immortalized him as a military leader in
American popular culture:
"I
am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are
killed. Looking Glass is dead.
Toohoolhoolzote is dead. The old men are
all dead. It is the young men who say,
"Yes" or "No." He
who led the young men [Olikut] is dead.
It is cold, and we have no blankets. 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 --
perhaps freezing to death. I want to
have time to look for my children, and
see how many of them I can find. Maybe I
shall find them among the dead. Hear me,
my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick
and sad. From where the sun now stands I
will fight no more forever."
Joseph's
fame did him little good. He had
surrendered with the understanding that
he would be allowed to return home,
Joseph and his people were instead taken
first to eastern Kansas and then to a
reservation in Indian Territory
(present-day Oklahoma) where many of
them died of epidemic diseases. Although
he was allowed to visit Washington,
D.C., in 1879 to plead his case to U.S.
President Rutherford B. Hayes, it was
not until 1885 that Joseph and the other
refugees were returned to the Pacific
Northwest. Even then, half, including
Joseph, were taken to a non-Nez Percé
reservation in northern Washington,
separated from the rest of their people
in Idaho and their homeland in the
Wallowa Valley.
In
his last years, Joseph spoke eloquently
against the injustice of United States
policy toward his people and held out
the hope that America's promise of
freedom and equality might one day be
fulfilled for Native Americans as well.
An indomitable voice of conscience for
the West, he died in 1904, still in
exile from his homeland, according to
his doctor "of a broken
heart."
Chief
Joseph tried every possible appeal to
the federal authorities to return the
Nez Perce to the land of their
ancestors. In 1885, he was sent along
with many of his band to a reservation
in Washington where, according to the
reservation doctor, he later died of a
broken heart.

Quotes
from Chief Joseph
"
I have carried a heavy load on my back
ever since I was a boy. I realized then
that we could not hold our own with the
white men. We were like deer. They were
like grizzly bears. We had small
country. Their country was large. We
were contented to let things remain as
the Great Spirit Chief made them. They
were not, and would change the rivers
and mountains if they did not suit
them."

"I
am tired of fighting.... from where the
sun now stands, I will fight no
more."

"Our
fathers gave us many laws, which they
had learned from their fathers. These
laws were good. They told us to treat
all people as they treated us; that we
should never be the first to break a
bargain; that is was a disgrace to tell
a lie; that we should speak only the
truth; that it was a shame for one man
to take another his wife or his property
without paying for it."

"We
were contented to let things remain as
the Great Spirit made them."

"Suppose
a white man should come to me and say,
“Joseph, I like your horses. I want to
buy them.”

"I
say to him, “No, my horses suit me; I
will not sell them.”

"Then
he goes to my neighbor and says, “Pay
me money, and I will sell you Joseph’s
horses.”

"The
white man returns to me and says,
“Joseph, I have bought your horses and
you must let me have them.”

"If
we sold our lands to the government,
this is the way they bought them."

"I
am not a child, I think for myself. No
man can think for me."

"If
the white man wants to live in peace
with the Indian, he can live in peace.
Treat all men alike. Give them a chance
to live and grow."

"All
men were made brothers. The earth is the
mother of all people, and all people
should have equal rights upon it. You
might as well expect the rivers to run
backward as that any man who was born
free should be contented when penned up
and denied liberty to go where he
pleases."

"If
you tie a horse to a stake, do you
expect him to grow fat? If you pen an
Indian up on a small spot of earth, and
compel him to stay there, he will not be
contented, nor will he grow and
prosper."

"The
earth and myself are of one mind."

"We
were taught to believe that the Great
Spirit sees and hears everything, and
that he never forgets, that hereafter he
will give every man a spirit home
according to his deserts; If he has been
a good man, he will have a good home; if
he has been a bad man, he will have a
bad home."

"This
I believe, and all my people believe the
same."

"Good
words do not last long unless they
amount to something. Words do not pay
for my dead people. They do not pay for
my country, now overrun by white men.
They do not protect my father’s grave.
They do not pay for all my horses and
cattle."

"Good
words cannot give me back my children.
Good words will not give my people good
health and stop them from dying. Good
words will not get my people a home
where they can live in peace and take
care of themselves."

"I
am tired of talk that comes to nothing
It makes my heart sick when I remember
all the good words and all the broken
promises. There has been too much
talking by men who had no right to
talk."

"It
does not require many words to speak the
truth."

"We
do not want churches because they will
teach us to quarrel about God, as the
Catholics and Protestants do. We do not
want that."

"We
may quarrel with men about things on
earth, but we never quarrel about the
Great Spirit."

"I
believe much trouble and blood would be
saved if we opened our harts more. I
will tell you in my way how the Indian
sees things. The white man has more
words to tell you how they look to him,
but is does not require many words to
seek the truth."

"Too
many misinterpretations have been
made... too many
misunderstandings..."

"The
Great Spirit Chief who rules above all
will smile upon this land... and this
time the Indian race is waiting and
praying."

"I
am tired of talk that comes to
nothing."

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Tombstone
inscription facing the camera
reads: He led his people in the
Nez Perce War of 1877. Died
Sept. 21, 1904. Aged about 60
years.
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Nez
Perces
Chief Joseph's tombstone,
Colville Indian Reservation,
Washington, 1905
Three men in full ceremonial
dress and a man in military
uniform stand on a small wooden
platform before the new
tombstone. Two of the men have
full feathered headdresses, the
3rd wears a fur & horns
headdress. Their clothing is
decorated and beaded, and man
nearest camera holds a
pipe. A blanket lays
beside them on the platform.
Wooden fence is visible in the
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Chief Joseph Speeches

The
first white men of your people who came
to our country were named Lewis and
Clark. They brought many things which
our people had never seen. They talked
straight and our people gave them a
great feast as proof that their hearts
were friendly. They made presents to our
chiefs and our people made presents to
them. We had a great many horses of
which we gave them what they needed, and
they gave us guns and tobacco in return.
All the Nez Perce made friends with
Lewis and Clark and agreed to let them
pass through their country and never to
make war on white men. This promise the
Nez Perce have never broken.

For
a short time we lived quietly. But this
could not last. White men had found gold
in the mountains around the land of the
Winding Water. They stole a great many
horses from us and we could not get them
back because we were Indians. The white
men told lies for each other. They drove
off a great many of our cattle. Some
white men branded our young cattle so
they could claim them. We had no friends
who would plead our cause before the law
councils. It seemed to me that some of
the white men in Wallowa were doing
these things on purpose to get up a war.
They knew we were not strong enough to
fight them. I labored hard to avoid
trouble and bloodshed. We gave up some
of our country to the white men,
thinking that then we could have peace.
We were mistaken. The white men would
not let us alone. We could have avenged
our wrongs many times, but we did not.
Whenever the Government has asked for
help against other Indians we have never
refused. When the white men were few and
we were strong we could have killed them
off, but the Nez Perce wishes to live at
peace.
On
account of the treaty made by the other
bands of the Nez Perce the white man
claimed my lands. We were troubled with
white men crowding over the line. Some
of them were good men, and we lived on
peaceful terms with them, but they were
not all good. Nearly every year the
agent came over from Lapwai and ordered
us to the reservation. We always replied
that we were satisfied to live in
Wallowa. We were careful to refuse the
presents or annuities which he offered.
Through
all the years since the white man came
to Wallowa we have been threatened and
taunted by them and the treaty Nez
Perce. They have given us no rest. We
have had a few good friends among the
white men, and they have always advised
my people to bear these taunts without
fighting. Our young men are quick
tempered and I have had great trouble in
keeping them from doing rash things. I
have carried a heavy load on my back
ever since I was a boy. I learned then
that we were but few while the white men
were many, and that we could not hold
our own with them. We were like deer.
They were like grizzly bears. We had a
small country. Their country was large.
We were contented to let things remain
as the Great Spirit Chief made them.
They were not; and would change the
mountains and rivers if they did not
suit them.

[At
his surrender in the Bear Paw Mountains,
1877]
Tell
General Howard that I know his heart.
What he told me before I have in my
heart. I am tired of fighting. Our
chiefs are killed. Looking Glass is
dead, Tu-hul-hil-sote is dead. the old
men are all dead. It is the young men
who now say yes or no. He who led the
young men [Joseph's brother Alikut] is
dead. It is cold and we have no
blankets. The little children are
freezing to death. My people -- some of
them have run away to the hills and have
no blankets and no food. No one knows
where they are -- perhaps freezing to
death. I want to have time to look for
my children and see how many of them I
can find. Maybe I shall find them among
the dead. Hear me, my chiefs, my heart
is sick and sad. From where the sun now
stands I will fight no more against the
white man.

[On
a visit to Washington, D.C., 1879]
At
last I was granted permission to come to
Washington and bring my friend Yellow
Bull and our interpreter with me. I am
glad I came. I have shaken hands with a
good many friends, but there are some
things I want to know which no one seems
able to explain. I cannot understand how
the Government sends a man out to fight
us, as it did General Miles, and then
breaks his word. Such a government has
something wrong about it. I cannot
understand why so many chiefs are
allowed to talk so many different ways,
and promise so many different things. I
have seen the Great Father Chief
[President Hayes]; the Next Great Chief
[Secretary of the Interior]; the
Commissioner Chief; the Law Chief; and
many other law chiefs [Congressmen] and
they all say they are my friends, and
that I shall have justice, but while all
their mouths talk right I do not
understand why nothing is done for my
people. I have heard talk and talk but
nothing is done. Good words do not last
long unless they amount to something.
Words do not pay for my dead people.
They do not pay for my country now
overrun by white men. They do not
protect my father's grave. They do not
pay for my horses and cattle. Good words
do not give me back my children. Good
words will not make good the promise of
your war chief, General Miles. Good
words will not give my people a home
where they can live in peace and take
care of themselves. I am tired of talk
that comes to nothing. It makes my heart
sick when I remember all the good words
and all the broken promises. There has
been too much talking by men who had no
right to talk. Too many
misinterpretations have been made; too
many misunderstandings have come up
between the white men and the Indians.
If the white man wants to live in peace
with the Indian he can live in peace.
There need be no trouble. Treat all men
alike. Give them the same laws. Give
them all an even chance to live and
grow. All men were made by the same
Great Spirit Chief. They are all
brothers. The earth is the mother of all
people, and all people should have equal
rights upon it. You might as well expect
all rivers to run backward as that any
man who was born a free man should be
contented penned up and denied liberty
to go where he pleases. If you tie a
horse to a stake, do you expect he will
grow fat? If you pen an Indian up on a
small spot of earth and compel him to
stay there, he will not be contented nor
will he grow and prosper. I have asked
some of the Great White Chiefs where
they get their authority to say to the
Indian that he shall stay in one place,
while he sees white men going where they
please. They cannot tell me.
I
only ask of the Government to be treated
as all other men are treated. If I
cannot go to my own home, let me have a
home in a country where my people will
not die so fast. I would like to go to
Bitter Root Valley. There my people
would be happy; where they are now they
are dying. Three have died since I left
my camp to come to Washington.
When
I think of our condition, my heart is
heavy. I see men of my own race treated
as outlaws and driven from country to
country, or shot down like animals.
I
know that my race must change. We cannot
hold our own with the white men as we
are. We only ask an even chance to live
as other men live. We ask to be
recognized as men. We ask that the same
law shall work alike on all men. If an
Indian breaks the law, punish him by the
law. If a white man breaks the law,
punish him also.
Let
me be a free man, free to travel, free
to stop, free to work, free to trade
where I choose, free to choose my own
teachers, free to follow the religion of
my fathers, free to talk, think and act
for myself -- and I will obey every law
or submit to the penalty.
Whenever
the white man treats the Indian as they
treat each other then we shall have no
more wars. We shall be all alike --
brothers of one father and mother, with
one sky above us and one country around
us and one government for all. Then the
Great Spirit Chief who rules above will
smile upon this land and send rain to
wash out the bloody spots made by
brothers' hands upon the face of the
earth. For this time the Indian race is
waiting and praying. I hope no more
groans of wounded men and women will
ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit
Chief above, and that all people may be
one people.
Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekht
has spoken for his people.

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Bird's
eye view of Indians on horseback
parading around the inside
circle of tepees, ca. 1900-1910.
In the center of the tepees is a
large wooden structure on which
people are standing. Outside the
circle to the left and to the
back are smaller wooden
structures.

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Bibliography:
University
of Washington Native American History
Archives (Images and text)
[TEXT: Chester Anders Fee, Chief Joseph:
The Biography of a Great Indian,
Wilson-Erickson, 1936.]
Encarta
Compton's Encyclopedia

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