Weston weekly leader. [volume] (Weston, Umatilla County, Or.) 1878-189?, 1880-06-19

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Washington. I went down to see them.
They were AZ fne-looking children Of the
torest as I ever saw. They wore buck
skin pants, with overskirt of same. The
hair was worn princess, held in place
with Frazer's axle grease and large
mother Of clamrshell brooch. Down the
back it was painted like horses tail on
! muddy day, only that the hair was
coarser.
When an Indian wants to. crimp his
hair, he has to run it through rolling
mill first to make it malleabls. Then
the blacksmith of the tribe rolls it up
over an ordinary freight-car coupling
pin, and on the following morning it
hangs in graceful Saratoga waves down
the back of the untutored savage.
I said to the interpreter, who seemed
to act as their trainer: "No doubt
these Crows are going to Washington to
try and interest Hayes in their cawaL"
He gave low gurgling laugh.
"No," said he, with merry twinkle
Of the eye, as he laid his lip half way
over plug of Government tobacco; ''as
spring approaches they have decided to
90 to Washington and ransack the In
dian Bureau for their gauze schurz."
I caught hold of car seat, and rip
Piled till the coach rang with my mirth-
full laughter.
These Indians wear expressive high
cheek bones, and most of them have
strabismus in their feet. 1hey had
their paint on. It makes them look like
chrome of Powhatan mashing the
eternal soul out of John Smith with Q
bologna sausage. !
One of these chiefs, named Rav-Dog-
with-a-B -Bunion- -on-the-H Heel, I think, Q
chief of the WallEyed-skunk-E Eaters,
looked so guiieless and kind that ap-
preached him and, said that no doubt the
warpath in the land of the setting sun
was overgrown with grass, and in his
mountain home very likely the beams OF
peace lit up the faces OF his tribe.
He did not seem to catch my mean
ing.
asked him if his delegation was 60
ing to Washington uninstructed.
He made short remark in reply,
something like that which the shortstop
in a match-game of base ball utters
when ball takes him unexpectedly be-
tween the gastric and the liver pad.
Somehow, the live Indians do not look
SO picturesque as the steel engravings do.
The smell is not the same, either Steel
engravings Of Indians do not show the
decalcamonia outline Of frying pan on
the buckskin pants where the noble red
man made a misstep one morning and
sat down on his breakfast,
A dead Indian is a pleasing picture
The look of pain and anxiety is gone
and rest, sweet rest-more than ht
needs-has come at last His hands ar.
folded peacefully, and his mouth is open
| like the end of saw-mill. His trial
are DER. His swift foot is making pig
eon-toed tracks in the sands of eternity
The picture of wild, free India,
chasing the buffalo may suit some, but
like still life in art. I like the pictur,
of a broad shouldered, well formed
brave, as he lies with his nerveless han;
across large hole in the pit of hi
stomach.
There is something SO sweetly sa,
about it. There is such nameless feel
ing of repose and security on the par
of the spectator
Some have such sensitive natures tina
they cannot look at the remains of Al
Indian who has been run over by tw
sections OF freight train; but can.
do not feel that nervous distrust when
look at the red man with his @sophogu
wrapped around his head and tied in !
double bow knot, that I do when he
full of vigor and health. When trai
of cars has jammed his thigh bon
through his diaphragm and fattened hi
head out like p-plate, I feel the
that can trust him. I feel that
,, can be relied upon. I consider him
the character of ghastly remains as
success. He seems at last so in earl
est, and as though he could be truste
! with large sums of money.
When the Indian has been mixed y