THIS IS A LIMITED EDITION  PRINT BY HOWARD TERPING TITLED "CHIEF JOSEPH RIDES TO SURRENDER." 
THE PRINT WAS RELEASED IN 1982 
THIS IS PRINT NUMBER 779 OUT OF 1000 IN THE SERIES.
THE  IMAGE SIZE IS ABOUT 30" X 22" 
THE PRINT IS  SIGNED AND HAND NUMBERED BY THE ARTIST. 
NEVER FRAMED

Artwork Description
The great Nez Perce Chief, Joseph, on his way to surrender to army troops in the foothills of the Bear Paw Mountains, about thirty miles short of the Canadian border.
It was here that Joseph made his famous speech: "I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed . . . . The old men are all killed . . . . It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them, have run away to the hills and have no blankets, no food; no one knows where they are, perhaps freezing to death. I want time to look for my children and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my chiefs, I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever."

This print comes with a certificate of authenticity (COA). 

On Apr-19-24 at 18:38:28 PDT, seller added the following information:

THIS IS A LIMITED EDITION  PRINT BY HOWARD TERPING TITLED "CHIEF JOSEPH RIDES TO SURRENDER." 

THE PRINT WAS RELEASED IN 1982 

THIS IS PRINT NUMBER 779 OUT OF 1000 IN THE SERIES.

THE  IMAGE SIZE IS ABOUT 30" X 22" 

THE PRINT IS  SIGNED AND HAND NUMBERED BY THE ARTIST. 

NEVER FRAMED


Artwork Description

The great Nez Perce Chief, Joseph, on his way to surrender to army troops in the foothills of the Bear Paw Mountains, about thirty miles short of the Canadian border.

It was here that Joseph made his famous speech: "I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed . . . . The old men are all killed . . . . It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them, have run away to the hills and have no blankets, no food; no one knows where they are, perhaps freezing to death. I want time to look for my children and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my chiefs, I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever."