Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1880-12-17
EiniS NictNriO.

FINS Victoria.
Nictor.o, the great Indian chief, and
his entire band vera blotted out by the
Moxicans at Los Castillo on the l4tL
ut The story of his mad rebellion,
flight, and death is only repetition OF
the history Of aboriginal Wat since The
Pcquols were burned out by the first
New Euglanders. Victoria was only a
savage. He had but few general
Ideas that the land he was born upon
and over hich his ancestors had rOvcl
was his and his tribes; that it was hia
right to hold this lard against ell
Corners; that If vas his duty to avepge
bis wrongs i'll the Indian way. He vas
emincn.ly uutitted for civiliz ,;ion-
even for the very rudimentary and
simple civilization Of the frontier
agencies. He could not be brought to
see the radiant blessings of white rule,
which blessings. IL the shape Of rotten
blankets and sized calico, nioidy PILOT
bread and rancid pork, he world have
preferred dispensing with altogether.
The alcohol of the Caucasian alone APP
peaied 10 him, hut he had enough OF
savage left in him not to barter every
thing even for it.
The few tribes on the continent
which have not already gone the way
CT NIc'orio's band will soon follow
him. The causes are easily discernible
for their wild revolt and determination.
The Indian has no chance in this year
Of grace 1850, even if lie wished to be
asslmiln'ed into the nation. lie is sur
rounded by civilized savages who are
much better organized for destruction
than he Is, and manifest destiny finishes
the affair There are peace societies all
over the world, the gospel OF love has
been preached for eighteen centuries,
and yet right beneath the blazing star
Of empire in the west the old-fashloned
work OF discriminating weaker race is
going right on with az much enthusiasm
and vigor as though we were Anglo
SuXous under Hengist and Horsa just
landed in Celtic Britain. y thousand
miles away from the frontier We can
afford to feel sentimental pity for n
vanishing people. We depreca:e the
violence Of their ext from this over
crowded world, and yet it is only a
.5,neration ago that we were doing the
saMe work here in Missouri. That the
Indian must go is settled proposition
which only the Indian vainly negatives.
Having recognized this fully, there is
no reason why We should regret the
lvEic of facte. Victoria, painting flu
gitive, with his little body Of devoted
followers. men, women, and children,
h"ntod down over miles and miles Of
the rugged Mexican frontier, with foes
upon oil sides and not friend tina.
dared to speak for them, is not u spec
tacle for Il great national jubilee. The
gentle savage fought the best tight he
could, and when his ammunition WAS
all gone, when his people were dying
Of hunger aud fatigue, the MeXicans
cornered him in tho mountains and
massacred every man and q large share
Of the women and children in his party.
His fangs were drawn, or the greasers
would not have come away with but
three killed and three wounded. Vic
torio simply paused in his hopeless
digit and accepted death. There was
nothing else for him or his braves or
their squuws and young ones in the
broad continent where his forefathers
had lived a thousand years.-St. Louis
Post Dispatch.