Seattle says that once Red Indians covered the land as the waves of a wind ruffled sea covers its shell-paved floor. He also says that his people used to be like teeming multitudes that one filled this vast land as stars fill the entire firmament. He also says that his people were like the descendants of mighty hosts that once filled this broad land or lived in happy homes protected by Great Spirit will remain to mourn over the graves of a people once more powerful and hopeful than White men.