Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1870-01-22
The Red Man.
BY MARK TWAIN.

The noble rcd man has always
been n darling of mine. love to
read about him in tales and legends
and romances. glISloye to read of his
inspired sagacityI and his love for
the wild, free life offmountain and
forest; and his grand truthfulncss,
his hatred OF treachery, and his
general nobility of character; and
his stately li..,etaphorical manner OF
speech; and his chiva'rG.s love for
his dusky maiden; ana tho pic
turcsque pomp of his dress and ac-
coutrement. Especially picturesque
pomp Of His dress and accoutro-
ment. When ! found the shops at
Niagara Falls full Of dainty Indian
bead work and stunning moccasins,
and equally stunning toy figures
representing human beings who
carried their weapons in holes bored
through their arms and bodies, and
hadI feet shaped ikea pic, was
filled with emotion. 1 knew that
now, at last, l was going to come
face to face with the noble man. A
lady clerk in a shop told me, in
deed, that all her, grand array of
curiositios were madeby the Indians,
andrthat there were plenty about
the Falls, and thatthcy were friend
ly and it would not be dangerous to
speak To them. And sure enough,
as | approached the bridge leading
over to Luna Island | came upon q
noble eon Of the forest Sitting under
a tree, diligently at work on bead
reticule. lie. wore a slouch hat and
brogans, and had short black pipe
in hismonth.g Thus does the bane-
full contact with ouraeffeminate civ
ilization dilute the picturesque pomp
which is so natural to the Indian
when far removed from us in his
native ellaunts. e l addressed the
relic asfoIlows - - ~ . Z ss. e
ais the Wawhoo- Wang Wang of
the Wack- -Whack happy? Does
the great Speckled Thunder sigh for
tho war path, or is his heart con-
tented with dreaming Of his dusky
maiden, the Pride of the Forest 2
Does tho mighty sachem yearn to
drink the blood of his enemies, or
is be satisfied 10 make bead reti-
culcs for the purposes of the pale
faec?lSpeak, ,shblime reIieof by-gone
grandeur4senerable ruin, speak ?"
The relic said 3. s,,s u, ~ zrrtr-
can is it nesilf, Dinnis Hooligan,
that ye'd be takin'' for a bloody In
gin, We drawlin, lantern jawed diyill
By the piper that played before
Moses, I'll ate yer "a st.s
/ went away from there.
By,and-by, in the neighborhood of
the Terrapin Tower l came upon
gentle daughter Of the aborigines,
in. fringed and beaded buckskin
moccasins and leggins, seated on a
bench with her pretty wares about
her. She had just carved out a
wooden chief that had q astrong fam
lily resemblance TO a clothes pin,
and was now boring a hole through
bis abdomen TO put his bow through.
| hesitated q moment anu then ad-
dressed her: I'd tiaf iar y Et
SIS the heart Of the forest maiden
heavy7 Is the Laughing Tadpole
lonely? Does she mourn over the
extinguisbed council fires of her
race, and the vanqnished glory Of
her ancestors7 Or does her sad
spirit wander afar toward the hunt
ing grounds whittier her brave Cob
bier ofthe- Ligbtihgsis gones Why
is my daughter silent7 Has she
aught against the paieface stran-
rer f''-Il = -.fr .1far 80 r-
The maiden said
aFaix. an is il Biddy Malone ye
dare 70 Be calm names Bare this
or I'll shy your lean carcass over
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