The daily Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1841-1845, 1843-05-12
SPEECH OF COL COBB.
Head .Ningo Of the Choeinos, east Of The .Mississi
reply 10 the agent Of the Unittd STATES

reply 10 the agent Of the Uniied States.
BRorHER We have heard you talk as from oul
father, the great White Chief at Washington and
my people have called upon to speak to YOU
The Red man has no books and when he " shes 10
make known his views, like his fathers before hin
lac speaks from his mouth. lie is afraid OF writlrg
When he speaks, he knows what he says the Grea
Spirit hears him. Writing is the invention thu
pale faces II gives birth TO and TO ieuds. 1h
Great Spirit tslks-we hear him in the lhunder--n
the rushing winds and the mighty waters-but be ne
writes.
Brother My voice is weak you can scarcely hear
me II is not the shout Of a Warrior but the Wa o.
an infant ! have lost it in mourning over the mis-
fortunes of my people. These are their graves an,
in those aged pines you hear the ghosts Of the depart
ed. Their ashes are here, and have been left {.
protect them. Our warriors are nearly a gone e
the far country west but here are our dead. SAal
We go too, and give their bones To the wolves
Brother; Two sleeps have passed since We heart
you talk. We have thought upon IL You ask %
leake our country and tell us II is Fathers wish.
We would not desire TO displease our Father. We
respect him, and you his child. But the Chocktaw
always thinks. We want time 10 answer.
Brother: Our hearts are full. Twelve winters
age our Chiefs sold country. Every warrior that
you see here opposed 10 the treaty Ii the dead
could have been counted, II could never have been
made but alas! though they stood around, they
could not be heard. Their tears came IN the
rain-drops and their voices the waiting wind bu,
lnr pale faces knew III not, and our land was taken
away
Brother We do not now complain The Choc.
taw suffers, but he weeps. You have the strong
arm and We cannot resist But the pale face wor-
ships the Great Spirit. So does the red man. The
Great Spirit loves truth When you took our
try, you promised land There Is your promise
in the book. Twelve times have the trees dropped
their leaves and yet We have received no land. QUE
houses have be n taken from US. The white mans
plough turns up the bones Of our fathers. We dare
not kndle our fires and yet YOU said we might re-
main and you would give US land.
Brother Is this truth But we believe now orr
Great Father knows condition he will listen 10
us We are mourning orphans IN our country but
our Father Sill take Us by the hand when he fu-
hls his promise will answer his talk. lie means
well We know it; but we cannot think now grief
has made children Of US; when our business IS set
tied we shall be men again, and talk TO our Great
Father about what be has proposed.
Brother You stand IN the moccasins Of the Great
Chief you speak the words OF a mighty nation, and
your talk was long. My people small the ,ha-
dow scarcely reaches 10 your knee they are scatter
ed and gone when shout hear my voice IN the
depths Of the woods, bat answering shout conc,
back. My words, therefore, are few have nothing
more TO say, but to tell what have said 10 the tall
Chief OF the pale faces whose brother stands by your
side.
'William Tyler, Of Virginia, brother to the Prcs-
dent o! the United States, recently appointed one "
the GhoctaW commissioners.