My forefathers were warriors. Their son is a warrior.
From them I take only my existence; from my tribe I take nothing. I am the maker of my own fortune; and oh! that I could make that of my red people, and of my country, as great as the conceptions of my mind, when I think of the Spirit that rules the universe. I would not then come to Governor Harrison to ask him to tear the treaty and to obliterate the landmark; but I would say to him: “Sir, you have liberty to return to your own country.”
Where today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mochican, the Pocanet, and other powerful tribes of our people?
They have vanished before the avarice and oppression of the white man …
Sleep not longer, O Choctaws and Chickasaws …
Will not the bones of our dead be plowed up, and their graves turned into plowed fields?
— Tekoomsē (Chief Tecumseh) 1768 – 1813