The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1875-08-14
BUDGET OF FUN.
THE NOBLE RED MAN.
An Interesting Interview with One of the ina
Ians OF the HippOdrOme.

He was one of Barnums Indians. lie was
one of those who each afternoon ana even,
ing chase the bounding buffalo anu MAKE
him hump himself in the hippodrome anu any
who gallops madly about after the loveiy ie-
he.ti, yelling with an amorous leroci,y. iie o
was sitting in lager beer saloon, Mnefc ~.
had Just finished his FIRST glass. MS manu-
rested upon the empty mug on Tue saD'e w.
side him, and his face wore Il looN Vi s iooiii,
Admiringly, but timorously, the o"se''ei
sided up and opened "a conVersa'inh, .;,,;.
him that his brow is darkened and his face
like the storm. cloud in the heavens? Does
he mourn for the lodges of his people far
away to the westward!'
"Ah-git out wid yer! It's thirsty am,
an, me last nickle Jst gone to the spalpeen
beyant Be asy now" .,
5And do not the thoughts OF the red man
revert to the past, when the numbers OF his
tribe were as the leaves OF the forest, and
when the Manitou smiled upon his wigwam
Is he not sad that so near him lie the bones
of the great Pontiac, his ancestor, slain by
the treachcrous Illinois,
"Begone wild We, now, or don't be blather-
i'm wild yer Turin CHERISH; speak English !"
1.-TWO beers, barkeeper-wlll the red man
partake of the fire-water of the palefaces and
commune with his white brother? Will not
the chieftain gladden. the ears of his white
brother with tales of his own proves; how
he followed like the wolf upon the trail OF his
toes and returned TO his lodge with many
scalps at his belt?"
ats funnin' we are, sure! I'll hist glass
of beer wild We, bu! how would | be tellln' OF
thin dime novel things? Dade an DOM
know any tale, barrln' wan about bansnee:.
"The chiefan reads not the heart OF ms
white brother. The white brother woulu
drink the fire.water and smoke the caiumet
with the chieftain and list to the legends of
the Indian Was the great Hiawatha one OF
the chieftain's ancestors"
"Higher wather, is 1t? Why, begorra, the
river has fallen two inches! An me aunt
had divil sister at all at ALL"
"And was the fair Te-he,ti known to the
chieftan ere they sought the haunts OF the
palefaces? Many moons in the past ana Inc
chieftain wander with Tehc-tl in the forest
clades and whisper to her tales of love as the
stars shone through the whispering pine
trees?'
IAN it's Ta.ha.t is it? An, wirra! that
girrul III be the death ov me, Wld all the lac-
in an plungin My divil of horse is that
unasy Pm chafed that bad I'm martyr An
it's name life 1t ISL
"And is not the chieftain lonesome in the
great city of the whites? Iearns he never
for his home in the forest"
"Is't the ould sod, We name? All, but it
the tight little country! But the landlord
wuz grippln' an the prates failed an, bar
rim the fairs an the chapc whisky across the
say, Americkys better"
aAnd still the red man comprehends not
the language of his white brother. The face
of his white brother is sad. He will go and
leave the cneftaln alone to his tirewater and
his memories"
Can It's cracked we are, sure! But ye ala
the gintlemanly thing, onyhow, in train
May Saint Patrick kape an eye on yes
The interview concluded, the Indian speak.
ing apparently only his native tongue and
being unable to understand the English 1t
is to be regretted that no interpreter accom-.
panies the band, as through him there could
be obtained no doubt many interesting leg
ends and incidents relating to Indian liie.-St'
L0ujs Republican.