When The Green Hills Are

Take Nothing But Memories, Leave Nothing But Footprints!

All Things Are Connected, Like The Blood That Runs In Your Family "the Water's Murmur Is The Voice Of My Father's Father." 1854 The Rivers Are Our Brothers. They Quench Our Thirst. They Carry Our Canoes And Feed Our Children. You Must Give To The Rivers The Kindness You Would Give To Any Brother.

There Is No Death, Only A Change Of Worlds.

Your God Loves Your People And Hates Mine; He Folds His Strong Arms Lovingly Around The White Man And Leads Him As A Father Leads His Infant Son, But He Has Forsaken His Red Children; He Makes Your People Wax Strong Every Day, And Soon They Will Fill The Land; While My People Are Ebbing Away Like A Fast-receding Tide, That Will Never Flow Again. The White Man's God Cannot Love His Red Children Or He Would Protect Them. They Seem To Be Orphans Who Can Look Nowhere For Help.

We Do Not Own The Freshness Of The Air Or The Sparkle Of The Water. How Can You Buy Them From Us?