Chief Joseph
Nez Pierce (1840-1904)
Chief Joseph, known by his people as In-mut-too-yah-lat-lat (Thunder coming up over the land
from the water), 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.
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.
A showdown over the second "non-treaty" came after Chief Joseph assumed his role as Chief in
1877. After months of fighting and forced marches, many of the Nez Perce were sent to a reservation
in what is now Oklahoma, where many died from malaria and starvation.
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 Josephs 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 fathers
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.