"Here is the secret. Full license to our oppressors, and every avenue of justice closed to us. Yes, this is the bitter cup prepared for us by a republican and religious government; we shall drink it to the very dregs."
— Elias Boudinot in the Cherokee Phoenix, 1830
"Whole nations have melted away in our presence like balls of snow before the sun, and have scarcely left their names behind, except as imperfectly recorded by their enemies and destroyers. Where are the Delawares (Lenape)? They have been reduced to a mere shadow of their former greatness. It was once hoped that your people would not be willing to travel beyond the mountains, so far from the ocean, on which your commerce was carried on, and your connections maintained with the nations of Europe. But now that fallacious hope has vanished; you have passed the mountains and settled upon the Tsalagi (Cherokee) lands, and wish to have your usurpations sanctioned by the confirmation of a treaty. When that should be obtained, the same encroaching spirit will lead you upon other lands of the Tsalagis. New cessions will be applied for, and finally the country which the Tsalagis and our forefathers have so long occupied will be called for; and a small remnant of this nation once so great and formidable, will be compelled to seek a retreat in some far distant wilderness, there we will all dwell but a short space of time before we will again behold the advancing banners of the same greedy host; who, not being able to point out any farther retreat for the miserable Tsalagis, would then proclaim the extinction of the whole race."