Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1850-08-09
Novel Fortune Of a scotchman.

| In the spring of 1926, a stately Indian
chief, accompanied by three young men,
who, from their striking resemblance TO
him appeared to be his sons, presented
a written order, regularly signed and seal
ed, from the agent of the British Govern
ment a! Montreal, to Commandant Of
store and fort on the frontier of the In
dian country, for some powder, which
was included in the subsidies annually
granted TO the Aborigines. The robes
worn by the chief and his re,inue of sons
were of white buffalo skins, richly orna-
mented with wampum, and fringed with
long black locks of hair. Two horns
protruded from the head of the chief, and
a stuffed black hawk was perched between
them as his crest. Over his shoulder
hung superb red panko, and his light
blue leggins and brown moccasins, were
profuselv ornamented with silver bells.
The Commander of the fort surveyed
the noble looking Indian for some time
in pleased wonder, as he executed the
order presented to him.
"Look, brother said the Indian to the
white man who accompanied him to the
stockade in front of the fort; .'these are
the chiefs of ten bands of the Athabas-
co Chippe. who were waiting for the
powder of their great father bevond the
salt lake; and woe to the Sioux of
the South when they have it in their
pouches!'
"You speak English well, sit, said the
Commandant, with surprise, as he listen
ed to the Indians voice.
81 ought replied the chief, with
laugh; sit is my native tongue-I am a
Scotchman.'
"a what! cried the Commander, gras-
ping his hand, and looking at him with
surprise; "and from what part do you
comet"
"From Edinburgh"
"My own native place! And what
part of Edinburgh"
"From Carruber's Close, where the
houses are loftier than those magnolias,
and the brae sleeper than the activity of
that bluff"
81 am from the Old Assembly Closet
cried the Commandant, and if have not
met you before, you must have been an
extraordinary quiet boy
"Ah!' cried the chief, forgetting his
present position in the recollection Of his
early days; Il was Black Mack, the lea
der Of bickers in the Nor Loeb; now
am Black Hawk, head chef of the Chip
pewas.' The smile instantly passed off
the lips of the stately warrior as he said
so, and he become stern.
81 recollect you!' cried the Command
ant, striking his hands together; "Shon
Kennedy. the town guard, took you pris-
oner, as he did me. You went to sea,
and ! TO the army
The Chef burst into loud fit of
laughter at the mention of John Kenne-
dy's name; and sitting down, while he
waved his hands for his sons to retire,
he exchanged recollections of Edinburgh
--its ancient days and ways-bickers
and 'toon rats with his old comrade for
an hour. At last he took his leave, af-
PIER having recounted his story.
Eyes comrade,' he said, ga loylier girl
than the White Feather never bleached
linen in Bereford's park, and better new
er wore silken kirtle. became son
to her father, and she is now the moth
er TO these boys. Ny knowledge Of the
English tongue and our increasing con-
nection with the English fur traders, In.
duced the tribe Independent OF other
circumstances, to regard me with favor,
at last they selected me their head Chief.
Farewell! Little would Baltic Beans,
who tried me. suppose that the Chippe-
way chief Black Hawk. is his old friend,
Black Mack. "-Hogg's Instructor.