Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1872-08-21

A reporter of the ST. Louis Democrat gives
the following account Of an interview with Spot
| ted Tall
The distinguished gentleman from Dakota
having uttered a cultural "UghW inspired
probably by sight of the reporters closely
shinged hair, the following conversation took
place:
Reporter-Good morning, Mr. Spotted Tail?
Mr.. Spotted Tail-Ugh! BQiou, bQjo,t IAN
Indian corruption of the French Bon jOltr-good
day). How do? Swap?
Reporter have called, sir, on behalf of the
Missouri Democrat, to obtain your views on the
political situation, the comet of NJ. Plantamour,
the Rollins ring, and the Indian question. You
have been to Washington, perceive, sir?
Hon. Spotted Tail-Ihe great white father
lives in a white house. The sun goes into the
great water near it. Spotted Tail has been
there. 1t is a good house.
Reporter-Are you satisfied with the result of
your journey?
Gov. Spotted l-Smoke-all-the-Day is a
great brave. lie will take care of his children.
He will give us guns and gimlets. His chief,
Little Phil, is not like him. He hates the red
man. He gives him guns, but the right end is
not first.
Reporter-What is your opinion, sir, of the
contest between Grant aud Greeley7
Col. Spotted Observation-Disclosures is a
brave; he has seen foes his heart did not melt
Observation-Disclosures Horn is a woman. His
tongue is loud. Brown-crab-w with -the-soft-shel
loves the fire water, His knees are weak.
Reporter gather, then, from your converse
ton, sir, that you do not eat crow?
DR.. spotted Tablet my white son hear me.
The Great Spirits wise. Mana, the sheep, eats
the grass. He-he the ass, eats the thistle. The
red man eats the partridge, Wanawan; he does
not eat crow, caw-caw. have spoken.
Reporter-Mr. SchuH claims to carry the
whole Spotted Tail vote in his pocket, and that
il will be cast as he dictates. | need hardly ask
you if this is true?
Rev. Spotted Tail-LongL eg-with- the Glass
Eye lies. His tongue is false. If he goes to the
tepe Of -Short-Horn, why must
WEI If one warrior runs away in a battle, all
do not follow him. His tongue is long.
Reporter-Such has always been my private
opinion, though say it myself. How do you
like our city2
Major Spotted Tail-It is a good town. Lit
tie Skunk tChicago) is not so good. Heap
squaw, much scalp. Spotted Tail is pleased
His heart is glad that he is here. Does his
white son know Big Nose?
Reporter-I can't say, sir, that do.
Herr Spotted Tail -TwiD.with-a Big Nose
The pale faces cali him and his brother Bill and
Joe.
Reporter-Yes, yes, know him. You have
come to see him?
NJ. Spotted Tail-My white son says well
His words are good. Big-Nose is a great chief
His medicine is strong. He eats Caw-caw, the
crow. Let my white son listen The great spirit
look CaW-caWJ the crow; he painted him black,
that he might work in the dark and not be
seen. He made his bill sharp to tear. He
made his eye keen to see q foe. He made his
wing strong TO fly. If a warrior eats Caw-caw
the crow, his Splrf will go into him. The war
ror will be black to do work that is not clean;
he will be sharp TO tear the prey; he will be
swift to fly. Spotted Tail and his tribe cannot
eat crow. Big-Nose can. Big-Nose and his
brother must eat crow for us.
Reporter-But Mr.. Pulitzer, understand, has
a field of usefulness before him here, and Bill
and Joe may not feel inclined to act as your
Wears in the chewing of carrion.
Capt. Spotted Tail Tapping his knife signiR-
cantly and pointing to some lariats coiled at
his wast)-My white son is young His hair
Short but the beard of his brain is long He
winks his eye. Big-Nose and his brother Blu
,giU come NTH as!
The conversation was prolonged some time
after this startling disclosure The Democrat
reporter finally rose and took his leave. Pro-
fessOr Spotted Tail assured him that the Demo
crat was his layorite organ, and desired to have
itmailed regularly. 1t made no matter by which
mail ii went as they captured mail train daily.
lie then wrung the reporters hand and con-
cluded thus
Hear the words of Spotted Tail. His white
son is good man, his words are soft; his hair
will grow in time. Let him come and see me
then Spotted Tails heart will be glad. His
tepe is large. There are many scalps on its
pole. There is room for one more
The Democrat reporter babe the old chieftain
a fond farewell and sad that the Interpreter
would shake hands with his red brother, ms his
Sioux was very imperfect He feels sorry for
Big-Nose and Bill.