Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1847-01-15
Last Moments of 0SCeOla.

W. " OLNNOlUs
George Catlin, the celebrated delineator
Of Indian portraits and Indian manners, gives
in his great work the followin ing account Of the
death Of Os-ce-o.la. which he says, was fur
nisled him by DR.. Weeden, the surgeon, who
was by him, with the officers Of the garrison.
at Os-ce-o-la's request.
"About half an hour before he died, he
seemed to be sensible that he was dying; and
although he could no; speak, he signified by
signs that he wished me 10 send for the chiefs
and for the officers of the post. whom | call
ed IN. lie made signs to his wives. (of
whom he had two, aud also two fine lille
children by his side to 90 and bring his full
dress, which he wore in time of war; which
having been Brought in, he rose up in his
ped, winch was on the floor, aud pun on his
sllrt' his legglns and moccasins, girded on
MS war belt, his bullet-pouch AMI powder
horn, and laid his knife by The side of him
on the floor. He then called for his red paint.
and his looking-glass, which vas held before
him, when he deliberately painted one half
OF his face, his neck and his throat, wrists.
the backs of his hands, and the handle of his
knife red with vermillion a custom practi.
sed when the irrevocable oath of war and de-
structlnn is taken. His knife he then placed
In It's sheath under his belt he carefully ar
ranged his urban on his head, and his three
ostrich plumes that he was in the habit Of
wearing in it. Being thus in full dress, he
Iald down for a few minutes to recover
strength sufficient, when he arose m as be-
lore, and with most benignant and pleasing
smiles, extended his hand 10 inc and all the
oIlcers and chiefs that were around him, and
shook hands with us all in dead silence. and
also with his wives and little children: he
made a signal for them TO lower him down
upon his bed, which was done; and he then
slowly drew from his war-belt his scalpinp
knife, which he firmly grasped in his right
hand, laying il across the other, on his breast.
and In a moment smiled away his breath
without a struggle or a groan."
CHRISTIANITY, like a little child. goes wan.
dering over the world. Fearless in it's inno-
cencr, it ia not ahashed before princes, nor
confOunded by the wisdom of svnods. Be-
fore it, the blood-stained warrior she. thps his
sword, and plucks the laurel from his brow
the midnight murderer turns from his pur.
pose, and, like the heart-smiiten discipIp,
goes out and weeps bitterly. 1t brings lib
prty to the captive, joy TO the monrner, free
dom to the slave, repentance and forgiveness
TO the sinner, hope to the faint-hearted, and
assurance TO the dying.
1t enters the huts of poor men, and sits
with them and their children; it makes
them contented in the midst Of privatinns,
and leaves behind an everlasting blessing
1t walks through great cities, amid all their
and splendor. their unimaginahle pride,
and their unutterable misery, a purifying en-
correcting, and r'deeming angel.
It's alike the beautiful companion of child
noou' ana Inc comfortable associate Of age
III enhoo'es the noble, gives wisdom to the
"isr' ana new grace to the lovely. The
patriot, me priest The poet. and the eloquent
man an derive 'helr su0llinest power from
us Ihiinence.