In about 1852 the United States Government inquired about buying the
tribal lands for the arriving people of the United States.  In reply
Chief Seattle wrote:

"The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our
land. But how can you buy or sell the sky?  The land?  The idea is
strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the
sparkle of the water, how can you buy them.

Every part of this earth is sacred to my people.  Every shinning pine
needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow,
every humming insect.  All are holy in the memory and experience of my
people. We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the
blood that courses through our veins. We are part of the earth and it
is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters.  The bear, the
deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers.  The rocky crests, the
juices in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man, all belong
to the same family.

The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just
water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you
must remember that it is sacred.  Each ghostly reflection in the clear
waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my
people.  The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.

The rivers are our brothers.  They quench our thirst.  They carry our
canoes and feed our children.  So you must give the rivers the
kindness you would give to any brother.

If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that
the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.  The wind
that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last
sigh.  The wind also gives our children the spirit of life.  So if we
sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where
man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.

Will you teach your children what we have taught our children?  That
the earth is our mother?  What befalls the earth befalls all the sons
of the earth. This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man
belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that
unites us all.  Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a
strand on it.  Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

One thing we know: our god is also your god.  The earth is precious to
him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.

Your destiny is a mystery to us.  What will happen when the buffalo
are all slaughtered?  The wild horses tamed?  What will happen when
the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men
and the view of the ripe hills is blotted by talking wires?  Where
will the thicket be? Gone!  Where will the eagle be?  Gone!  And what
is it to say goodbye to the swift pony and the hunt?  The end of
living and the beginning of survival.

When the last red man has vanished with his wilderness and his memory
is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these
shores and forests still be here?  Will there be any of the spirit of
my people left?

We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother's heartbeat.  So, if
we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it.  Care for it as we
have cared for it.  Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is
when you receive it.  Preserve the land for all children and love it,
as god loves us all.

As we are part of the land, you too are part of the land.  This earth
is precious to us.  It is also precious to you.  One thing we know:
there is only one god.  No man, be he Red Man or White Man, can be
apart. We are brothers after all."

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