SpeechIt is my land, my home, my father's land, to which I now ask to be allowed to return. I want to spend my last days there, and be buried among those mountains. If this could be I might die in peace, feeling that my people, placed in their native homes, would increase in numbers, rather than diminish as at present, and that our name would not become extinct.Geronimo1877★ 5.3
SpeechOnce I moved about like the wind. Now I surrender to you and that is all.GeronimoDee Brown, Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee · 1886★ 2.2
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