The Statesman.
London, England, 1819-05-06 00:00:00

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" I ni.y sav, hossmr, that lEr origin
of thi, oar isII • 6•1111. %jib ell Alt I . . re. It
lir, deep, bey and the power 4 engin ri ri, in the
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twig- ty is minis we have beepeatupiift the miserable
nations of there limas. 4 tweed refur them my
beert.feli syvapnfhp.• %lift; flints what they were,
and look at them as they are. G,eal nations dein-
tiled dimwits into wandaiiing tithes, and powerful
Kings derrsded to beggarly Chiefs. Once the
sole pnoiessors of immeasurable wilds, it could
not hav• moored into their imsginstinn that there
was a force on earth to dist.rb their power.
—lt entered lint into their imagination that
from beyond that s rest water, which to them was en
irrneostahle limit, therm would come a mem or beings
in despoil them of their inheritance, and sweep them
from the earth. Three hundred years have rolled into
tt• bosom of eternity since tl:e white man pet his
Ingot on these silent shores, and every day, every
hour, nod every moment, has been marked with some
art of cruelty and oppression. Imposing nn the
credulity of the ignorance of the aborigines, soil
meowing their fetes by the use of inurement, of
death, of inconreivable terror, the strangers grade.
ally established themselses, increasing the work of
destrectinn with the invokes, of their strength. The
tide of civiliettlon, for so we call it, fed from its in.
irshao.iltd• sources in Europe, as well as by its own
means of sugmentstinsi, swells rap:dly and presses
nu ate savage. lie tritest/ from rarest to forest,
from mrrsetsist to mountain, hoping at every remove
be has lefr enough for his invaders, and easy enjoy
in peace his new anode. Kat in vain :it is only in
the grove, the last retreat of man, that he will find
repose. Ile recedes before the swelling waters; the
cry of his complaint becomes more distant and
feeble, end soon will be bead ne more. I hear,
Sir, of beneficial plans for civilising the Indians,
end 'regrind their possessioiss to them. The greet
men who make these efforts will have the op.
probation of God and their own conscience, bet
this will be all their seems. I consider the fate of
the Indian as inevitably Wised. He meat perish. The
decree of extermination has long since gone forth,
and the esecatirsn of it is in rapid progress. Avarice.
Sir, has counted their acres and power their force,
cud avarice sod power march on together to their
destreciinn. You talk of the scalping knife! What
is it to the liquid poison you poor down the threats
of these wretched beings? Yoe declaim against the
Murderess tomahawk ! What is it in comparison
with your aims, your discipline, mud your numbers?
The contest is in vain, and equally vain are the efforts
of a handful of benevolent men against such a corn.
bina.init of force, stimeleted by avarice and the
templaiions of wealth. When, in the documents en
your 1..b1e, I see that in this triumphant march of
General Jackson he meets from time to time (the
only enemy hi. saw) groups of old men and women,
and chiesitisn gathering ea the edge of a morass, their
villages destroyed, their corn and provisions carried
of, houseloss in the depth nf VI inter.looking for death
sdiernattly to famine and the sword, my heart sickens
at a scenes° charged with wretchedness. To rouse
us from a 9 nipsiby so deep, so irresistible, we are
told of the se.lping knife and we tomahawk, of oar
sleigh/vied women end children. We speak of these
tido*, as if women and children were unknown to
Ike lorlians•—as if they have no such beings amongst
Them—no sue% near ati.l dyer rrlstions—as if they I
belonged only in us. It is lint sea. 'floe poor Indian
soother, winching in her miserable wigwam, or rest.
ins under the broad canopy of Heaven, presses her
asked isfsat to her bosom with as true sod fond
emotion es the fairest in nor loud, sod her heart is
tarn silk eskers angeish if it perish la her sight."—
( Wyoming Herald, April 1)