Spirit of the times. [volume] (Ironton, Ohio) 1853-1858, 1856-01-15
BIOGRAPHY.



/ He was taken i'll in tho Council
House, Of cholera morbus, where he ha,
gone that day, dressed with more thai
ordinary care, with oil his gay appare
and ornsments. when he retu, nod h,
said 10 his wife, III am sich, ] neve
shall recover, could not stay ill III,
council had finished. ia x.
He then took off al his rich costume
and laid 1t carefully away (; feclinet
himself upon his couch and not rio,
again till morning, or speak except L
answer some slight question. His wifi
prepared him medicine which he patient
ly took, but said, ut will do me nj
good. shall die" LII
The next day no called bis wife tc
him, and requested her and the little
girl he loved SO much to SIT beside him
and listen to his parting words:
81 am going to die" he said. 81 shall
never leave the house again alive.
wish 10 thank you for your kindness to
me. You have always prepared my
food, and taken care Of my clothes and
been patient with me. ] am sorry have
treated you unkindly. ! am sorry | left
you because Of your new religion, and
! am convinced that ii is q good re-.
ligion, and has made you better wo.
man, and wish you 10 persevere in it.
should like 10 have lived a little
longer for your sake. meant to build
you a new house, and make you more
comfortable, but it is now too late. But
| hope my daughter will remember what
| have so often told her, not to 90 into
the streets with strangers or associate
with improper persons. She must stay
with her mother, and grow up to be q
respectable woman.
When | am dead it will be nosiej
abroad through all the world, they hear
Of across the great water and say. "Red
Jacket, the great orator is dead" And
white men will come and ask 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 leg.
gins and my moccasins, and hang the
cross which | have worn so long around
my neck, and let it lie upon my bosom.
Then bury me among my people.
Neither do wish to be buried with
pagan rights. wish the ceremonies to
be as you like, according to the Gus.
toms to of your new religion. IL you choose.
Your minister says the dead will rise.
Perhaps they will. II they do, l wish
to rise with my old comrades, | do not
wish to rise among pale faces l wish
TO be surrounded with red men.
DO not make feast according to the
customs oflndian. Whenever my friends
choose, they could come and feast with
me when was we'll, and do not wish
those who have never eaten with me in
my cabin, to surfei. at my funeral feast.
When he had finished he had laid
himself upon the couch and did not rise
again. He lived several days, bu. was
most Of the time in a stupor or else
delerious. He often asked for Mr. Har.
ris, the missionary, and afterwards would
unconsciously mutter, do not hate him,
he thinks hate him, but | do not. |
would not hurt him." The missionary
was sent for repeatedly, but did not re-.
turn until he was dead. When the mes
senger told him Mr.. Harris has not come,
he replied, "vcry we'll. The Great Spir.
it will order it as he sees best, whether
have an opportunity to speak with him."
Again he would murmur, "He accused
me Of beinga snake and trying to bite
somebody. This was very true, but |
wish 10 repent and make satisfaction"
Whether it was Mr.. Harris that he re.
ferred 10 all the time he was talking this
way, could not be ascertaineil, as he did
not seem to comprehend il any direct
question was put to him, but from re.
marks end his own enmity to him, this
was the natural supposi,ion.
Sometimes he would think he saw some
Of his old companions around him, and
exclaim, "There is Farmers brother,
why does he trouble newly does be
stand there looking at me-" Then he
would again sink into stupor.
The wife and daughter were the only
ones to whom he spoke parting words
or parting blessing; bu. as his last
hour drew nigh his family all gathered
around him, and mournful il was TO think
that the children were not his own-his
were all asleep in tie little church yard,
where he was soon to bc laid-they we're
his step.children-the children Of his
(avorite wife.
These he had always loved and cher.
ished, and they loved and honored him
for their mother had taught them. The
wife sat by his pillow and the two
sons, who are now aged and christian
men, dby his side the little girl. whose
little head rested upon his withered hand
and trembling palm. His last words
still, "Where is the missionary?" and
hen be clasped the child to his bosom.
while she sobbed in ansuish-her ears
;aught his hurried breathing-his arms
relaxed their hold--she looked up, and
10 was gone. ,s !. |
A Bad Eject Of Spiritualism.
The Buffalo Post of Monday says =
We learn from unquestioned authority
hat very respect Bic and worthy youne