To us, the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground.

This is hallowed ground, sacred ground, ... We decided to put up these platforms because there's been so much of an interest in seeing this site.

Our religion is the traditions of our ancestors - the dreams of our old men, given them in solemn hours of the night by the Great Spirit; and the visions of our sachems, and is written in the hearts of our people.

Our people are ebbing away like a rapidly receding tide that will never return. The white man's God cannot love our people, or He would protect them.

Youth is impulsive. When our young men grow angry at some real or imaginary wrong, and disfigure their faces with black paint, it denotes that their hearts are black, and that they are often cruel and relentless, and our old men and old women are unable to restrain them. Thus it has ever been.

You're standing on hallowed ground here. Sometimes hallowed ground is very expensive ground.