The Van Buren press., 1873-06-03

I'm Captain Jack Of the Lava Beds
And am chief of the Modoc Reds;
] scalp the white men round their heads.
For m King Of the Mcdoc Indians.
The white men taught me how to He
How to lie.
How to lie,
Aud that is now the reason why
There's war with the Modoc Indians.
Spoken, in Big Indian Character, la
Coriolanus, with old plug and patent
leather mocasins.
Yes, gentleman, taught me how to lie,
not that | did not lio before, in fact,
thought myself pretty good in that line,
till l came across the white man. Oh !!
why, why did they cross the red mans
path Why did they not leave us alone
happy and contented in our wigwag,
scalping the few settlers that came along,
and stealing, after our primitive fashion Z
But new all is changed, since the agents
and traders came and dsrkened our path
Lie! oh, remember one, lie came and
sat beside me so calm, and told me about
Mr.. Washington and tree thought
/ was pretty good myself till then, but
Mr.. Washington beat me | then asked
him if he beloved the story. He said
yes. | then thought he beat Mr.. Wash
ington. He said he had come from down
East, and had been selling people wood
en- oats, but they didn't want any more,
and that he had come out West simply
to treat with the noble red man, the In
dian. He told me that he always read
the dime novels, and thought nothing
was more majestic than to see the Red
Indians stalking on his native volcanoes
with plug hat. He said it was grand,
especially the hat ! told him | had no
segsrs, when he said he had some splon
did stuff for the hair, to prevent it falling
off, and wanted to trade for skins. It's
n fearful death Well tried tho stuff on
his own head, and then knew lie lied.
For raised the hair from Of hi, head
And laid him in his lava bed,
4 wcpt 10 think ofwhat he said
To Jack of the Modoc Indians
To shoot an Indian is no sin
But what fix they will be in
When they have no red men lof, to skin
Iii this great American country,
Oh. what tnen will the agents do.
The Quakers, too,
49, And all their crew,
when they have no job left to put through
On the North American Indian.
Spoken; Yes, jobs, Talking ofmov-
ing on the first of May, that's nothing
They keep us moving all The time Oh,
when | think OF my poor countrymen it
almost makes weep. Caractacus and his
little Britans amt a patch to il. How
these agents will come and pow WOW,
with their Fourth Ward whisky (aside, |
wish l had some now, and try to steal
the red mans brains, and make the poor
Indian sell his brthrigAt for an old army
blanket, box Of paper collars turued,
with few imitation brass earrings, Cash.
Yes, these fcllers came again to me the
other day, and thought would ask the
white men when they were going to settle
tor that little Modoc real estate. They
said that was all right, that the Great
Father was very busy trying to get hon
est commissioners for the Vienna exhi-
bition, when | wept, and that they were
investigating the Credit Mobilier, and
when they had got at the truth oft. why
then, certainly, my case would be attend.
ed to. i was too much affected TO speak
or TO ask when these things would be.
Fer that was more than | could bear,
So Was forced TO take their hair,
II broke my heart, do declare,
It's rough on the Nodoc Indian,
Tn sick oftalk It's ovcrdone;
But If you want TO see some fun,
on ought to see the white man run
Away from the Modoo Indian,
thonght they'd talk Us out of breath,
Out Of breath.
Out of breath,
You know 1t na terrible death,
For chief of tho Modoc Indians.
Spoken Yes, gentlemen, if you only
knew what we poor Ineians have to stand
you wouldn't begrudge us the few scaps
we take. Yes, gentlemen, and the way
we are libelled in the dime novels is ter.
ribls. Peace. why there is no peace for
the Indian. Twas only the other day,
rs was quietly sitting in my lava bed
reading, man came in and wanted to
know if wasn't lost asked him what
he meant. He said he had come from
the New York Herald, and his business
was to find people. | asked him who
said l was lost. and he said General Gil.
lem said 50 ] said there must be some
mistake; it's Gillem that's lost, and not
me. He then asked me what | thought
of cotton | told him il was good to stuff,
IN the ears. He then said my case was
very bad. asked him if anybody killed
anybody else where he came from. He
said, oh, yes, but they are all insane
asked how that was. He said it was on
account Of the paper currency, which
puzzled me. He then advised me to have
my case tried in tho New York courts
] asked him how many more cases there
were like mine. lio said about fifty, and
it might be one hundred years before my
turn came, but could give bail.
smiled, but he was serious. He then
asked me If any of my relations had ever
killed white people before l said
thought they all had He then said i,