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.
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.
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Treat all men alike. Give them all the same law. Give them all an even chance to live and grow.
What great or glorious deed could we have performed if we had sat at ease in Macedonia?
I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.