Daily Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1854-1855, 1855-09-27
Sickness and pssth Of R.A ,.,r..

ornaments. When he returned he sad :,
ms wife, Il am sick; could not STAY iii
the Council had finished. | shall not re-
cover" He then took of all his rich cos
tune and laid it carefully away; reclines
himself upon his couch and did not rs,
again till morning, or speak except TO som,
slight question His wife prepared hin
medicine, which no took patiently, bu
said, III will do no good; snail die. Tn,
next day he called her to him, and reques
ted her and the little girl he loved so mucl
TO sit beside him and listen to his parting
words.
II ON going to die ;" he said. I'll shall
never leave the house again alive. I wish
to thank you for your kindness TO me. You
have loved me. You have always prepared
my food, and taken care of my clothes, and
been patient with me. | am sorry | ever
treated you unkindly.-l am sorry left you
because Of your new religion, and | am
convinced that It's good religion and has
made you better woman, and wish you
TO perseverc ia it. should like 10 have lived
a little longer for your sake. | meant to
have built sou new house and made you
more comfortable, but it is now too late.
But | hope my daughter will remem Der
what have so often told her--not to 20 in
the streets with strangers, or associate with
improper persons. She must stay with her
mother and grow up q respectable woman.
| when am dead, it will be moi ed abroad
through all the world-they will hear Of it
across the waters and say, Red Jacket the
great orator is dead And white men will
come and ask you for my body They will
wish TO bury me. But do not let them take
me. Clothe me in my simplest dress
put on my lcggins and my moccassins. and
hang the cross which have worn so long
around my neck, and let it Ii. upon my DO.
som.-Then bury me among my people
Neither do wish to be buried with Pagan
rites. wish the ceremonies to be as you
like, according to the customs OF the new
religion if you choose. Your minister says
the dead will rise. Perhaps they will. If
they do, wish t. rise with my old CON.
rades. Id, not wish to rise among pale
faces.-I wish to be surrounded by red
men. Do not make feast according to
the customs Of the Indians. Whenever my
friends choose, they could come and feast
with me when was well, and do not wish
those who have never eaten with me in my
cabin, to surieit at my funeral feast"
When he had finished, he laid himself
again upon the couch and did not rise again.
He lived several days, but was most Of the
time in stupor or else delrious. He often
asked for Mr.. Harris, the missionary, and
afterward would unconsciously mutter-"I
do not hate him; he thinks hate him. bu,
do not. would not hurt him." The mis-
sionary was sent tor repeatedly, bu; did not
return until he was dead.-When the mes
senger told him Mr. Harris had not come,
he replied, "very we'll The Great Spirit
will order it as he sees best, whether have
an opportunity to speak with him." Again
he would murmer, ale accused me Of be-
ing snake, aud trying to bite somebody.
This was very true, and wish to repent
and make satisfaction
Whether it was Mr.. Harris that he re-
ferred to at the time lie was talking in tn
way could not be ascer,ained, as he did mt
seem to comprehend if any direct question
was put TO him, but from his remarks, ard
his known enmity TO him, this was the ma
tural supposition. Sometimes he would
think he saw some Of his old companions
around him, and exclaim, "There is Farm
er's Brother; why does he trouble newly
does he stand there looking ut mel then
he would again sink into a stupor.
The wife and daughter we're the only ones
to whom he spoke parting words or gave
parting blessing; but as his last hour drew
nigh, mis- family all gathered around him,
aud mournful il was to think that the child
rem were not his own--his were all sleeping
in the little churchyard where he was soon
to be laid-,hey were his step-children--
the children OF his favorite wife.
These he had always loved and cherished,
and they loved and honored him. for this
their mother had taught them. The wife
sat by his pill ow and rested her hand upon
his head. At his feet stood his two sons,
who are now aged and Christian men, and
BY his side the little girl, whose little hand
rested upon his withered and trembling
palm. His lasts words were still, "Where Is
the missionary I" and then he clasped the
child TO his bosom, while she sobbed In
asguish-his arms relaxed their hold-she
looked up, and he was gone. lie hao re-
ou.stsd that vial Of cold water might be
placed in his hand when he was prepared
for the burial, but the reason OF the request
no one could divine. II was complied
with, however, and all his wishes stric,iy
needed The funeral took place IN the
little mission church, with appropriate but
the most simple ceremonies; ana ne was
hurried in the little mission hurying ground,
a, the gateway of what was once an olo
fort-around him his own peopie-agea
mon sacbems, chiefs and warriors, and
little children"