The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1878-06-08

feathers in his hair, gave little war
whoop and bounded over the
grounds at the White House to tell
Pres. Hayes what friend he was
of the noble red man. Mr.. Hayes
perceiving some one sitting cross
legged on the grass, and beating on
pan, near the western en-
trance, came out and gently yet
firmly waved HIM off.
"Whoopla me Sam Fifield; me
big Indian; me Nichinoba ogi-
ma"
"What do you want, who sent
you here,'' enquired the President.
"Ugh! Ugh!" said Sam. "Me
bugata. Me want be big ogima.
Me noble white man. Me got heap
untutored mind. Me got big charm.
Me got savage breast. Kawessa
Mahan. Kamwin nishishin Mahan.
No good, no good"
Mr.. FifeId then advanced, taking
out of his shirt bosom some crum-
pied papers and gave them to the
President. "Kendon nitchie.
Michael Boski, you know him
Michael Boski, he written letter
you. Curly, my cousin, Onindacum-
agut, nuder cousin, best man never
see before, he sign his name too"
"Ah, / perceive" said the good
natured President.
"Kaget nitchie, kaget, me MICH
ishin ogima, dam Mahan heno good.
Good man Mr.. Hayes, you. Me no
like Boss Keys. Me no like Barron.
Me no like Howe. Me no like Ginty.
Me like Hayes"
Sam knowing the Christian Com
mission had something to do with
his people, the Indians, quoted
scripture, saying: "The Lord is my
shepherd and shall not want" The
President told him he would have
to want, whether he wanted to or
not.
Mr.. Hayes then waved him off,
saying he had no time to waste, and
then walked into the executive man.
sion with Mr.. Evarts, who had just
driven over from the department. of
State.
Sam. thereupon commenced to
dance and hi va in the Chippewa
tongue, very much to the annoyance
of Mrs Hayes, Miss. Platt, Mrs Rog-
ers, and other ladies in the White
House. He continued to make this
hideous disturbance until it could be
endured no longer, wherenpon the
Presidents private secretary, Mr..
Rogers, came out and ordered him
away. Sam. was very defiant and
apparently quite brave, and when
Mr.. Rogers again told him to
leave he said ''kawin nebewa Maize
Animong," which when translated
signifies, ''not much Mary Ann"
Mr.. Rogers then went in and got
the hook used for turning on the
gas came out and chased Sam. rap
idly off the grounds without any
further parley.
Sam. was now disappointed and
concluded it was no further use for
him to do anything, so he pawned
his tomahawk for sixty cent over
alls went down to the Potomac,
washed some of the paint off his
limbs, drew on his purchase over
his clout and buttoned them up.
He finally coaxed boy to take his
bow and arrows and give him
bread for them. Mr.. Pound gave
him a lumbermans ticket he had,
which was good for second class
ride west.
Nothing short of fatal epidemic
among the rabbits, a failure of the
wild rice crop, a poor year for
maple sugar, dry rot Of the kinni-
kinnick or bad season for musk
rats, could produce SO much misery
among the aboriginees, as Mr..
Hayes total disregard for Mr..
Boski's request. The President
should have sent Mr.. Rogers out
to kill a tatted heifer calf; he should
have put ring on SANS. finger and
dressed him in a purple robe, and
sort Of taken him around and intro
duced him to the boys, But, you
see, the President must have found
out that Sam. was step-son of
Barron's, and ever since B. wrote
that open letter to Howe, the Presi-
dent has been as mad as demo
crat about it. 1t is hard blow on