I have seen him set fire to his wigwam and smooth over the graves of his fathers... clap his hand in silence over his mouth, and take the last look over his fair hunting ground, and turn his face in sadness to the setting sun.
George CatlinI have, for many years past, contemplated the noble races of red men who are now spread over these trackless forests and boundless prairies, melting away at the approach of civilization.
George CatlinIf my life be spared, nothing shall stop me short of visiting every nation of Indians on the Continent of North America.
George Catlin