New-York daily tribune., 1843-04-26
VOL. IHE. NO. 15.
/, beautiful speech.

Tho Natchez Free Trader contains report OF
{, snecch of CoEB, tie celebrated halt-bTeed cihei
of III, Choctaws made in reply to J. j. AlcRAE,
Eso. the agent for enrolling and clnlgratng the
indians to the west of the Mississippi, who made
a speech TO the Indians, about one thousand IN
number, assembled at Hopahka, informing them
that their council fires could no more be kindlcd
here = that g their warriors can have no field for
their glory and that their spirits will decay with
in them - and that if thcv should " take the hand
Of their great father, the President, which is now
offered them to lead them TO Their western homes,
then will their hopes be higher their destlnles
brighter
The Natchez Courier appropriately says Of this
bit Of cloquencc that, for comprehcnslvcness and
breyity, for beauty Of diction and force. for af-
lecting sublinity and proprlcty of sentiment, We
have never seen any production to exceed It.
We publish it as composition worthy TO be pre-
served. Nat. Intel.
BRoTIIEE: We have heard you talk as from the
lips of our father the great White Chief al W ash
ington. and my people have called upon me to
speak to YOU The red man has no books. and
when he wishes to make known ms views, like
his father before him, he speaks from ms mouth.
He is afraid Of acnting. When he speaks he
knows what he SAYS the Great Spirit hears him.
Writing is the invention Of the pale faces 1t
gives birth to error and to icuds The Great
Spirit taiks-we hear him in the thunder--ln
the rushing winds, and the mighty watcrs-but
inc never 1rriteS.
Brother When YOU were young VIC were
strong we fought by your side but our arms are
now broken. You have grown large. My pco-
pie have become small.
Brother Ny voice Is weak: you can scarcely
hear me; it is not the shout Of a warrior. but the
wall Of an infant. have lost TIN mourning over
the mislortuncs of my people. These arc 'helr
graves and those aged pines you hear the ghosts
OF the departed Their ashes are here and we
have been left to protect them. Our warriors are
nearly ,Il gone TO the far country west; but hefe
are our dead Shall we 90 too, ana give their
bones to the wolves
Brother: Two sleeps have passed since we
heard YOU talk. We have slept upon 1t. You
ask us to leave our country, and tell us it Is our
Fathers wish We would not desire to dlsplease
our Father We respect him, and you his child.
But the Choctaw always thinks. We want time
to answer.
Brother: Our hearts are full Twelve winters
ago our chiefs sold our country. Every warrior
that YOU see here was opposed to the treaty. Ii
the dead could have been counted, it could never
have been made; but alas though they stood
around they could not be seen or heard. Their
tears came in the rain drops, and their voices IN
the wailing wind, but the pale faces knew 1t not
and our land was taken away.
Brother: We do not complain. The Choctaw
suffers but he never wceps. You have the strong
arm, and we cannot resist. But the pale face
worsllips the Great SPIRIT. So does the red man
The Great Spirit loves truth. When you took
our country, YOU promised us land. There is
your promise in the book. Twelve times have
the trees dropped thelr leaves, and yet we have
received no land Our houses have been taken
from us The white mans plough turns up TIC
bones of our fathers. We dare not klndle our
fires and vet you said we might remain and you
would give us land.
Brother: Is this truth But we believe, now
our Great Father knows our condition, he will
listen to us We arc as mourning orphans IN our
country ; but our Father will take us by the hand
When he fufs his promise, we 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 settled we shall be men
again. and talk to our Great Father about what
he has promised.
Brother: You stand in the moccasns of great
chief; YOU speak the words of mighty nation,
and your talk was long. My people are small :;
their shadow scarcely reaches 10 your knee; they
are scattered and gone; when | shout hear my
voice in the depths of the woods, but no answer
ing shout comes back. My words. therefore, are
few. have nothing more to say, but tell what
have said to the tall chief of the pale faces whose
brother stands by your side.
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HAM SYSTEM at No. ~ VcSry-strcct-Ihi his house Is
newly fitted mp and furnished the richest style Its table
proiitr, the choicest Fruits Vegetables Goshen Butter Or
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