“They wouldn’t let him live in peace, and now he is dead, they are still kicking him around,” said Mike Osceola, 30.

  His dark eyes flashed, then narrowed and he leaned back, folded his arms and began.

  “I am going to write direct to Washington and put in a claim myself as a direct descendant to have the body sent to Florida.”

The Miami Harald, March 4, 1951, p3