Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1880-02-14
A CLARKSVILLE GIRL IN THE
NORTH.
A Dusky Princess, and other famed
Folk, Together with Some of
their IanipulatfOnS.

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The little Indian princess 'sBrigh
Eyes," and her father, "Standin,
Bear" have sojourned among tn,
Jerseyites. They are Poncas, trav
cling in behalf of their tribe, who's,
wrongs and sufferings have beer
many. It was their purpose to tel
the people here of the treatment
| given them at the hands of the
"Great Father" at Washington ant
his agents. One evening, then, the
largest Church in this city was
packed by dense, eager mass, i'm.
patiently awaiting the coming o.
the Princess and suite. Suddenly a
small door to one side of the altal
flew open, and in stalked a grim
old Indian in the most approved
style, wearing beads, feathers, and
moccasins. Then appeared stall
wart young chief in clothes of the
latest cut, leading young lady
fashionably attired. The disap-
pointment was audible. We had
expected wild young squaw with
flowing hair, flashing eyes, and
wampum belt; we found quiet
looking woman of the period. They
sat down little space, while gen.
tleman from Omaha delivered a
ringing, backwoods war speech, in
their favor, and after he had fin
ished, Bright-Eyes was introduced.
Moving slowly forward until she
stood facing the people, the girl
commenced in low, clear tones to
depict the wrongs of her people.
The audience was spell-bound. Not
a murmur broke the stiffness. The
flickering gas jets fell tenderly upon
her dark, earnest face and wide, sad
eyes, now bright and burning, again
misty with unshed tears. Her
graceful form, slender and erect as
one of her own forest trees, was
drawn to its full hight, and as she
grew eloquent in describing the cru
elites she and her tribe had suffered,
it swayed and trembled as though
tossed by desert storms. When she
ceased in broken, sorrowing words,
an intense sympathy was manifest
ed by all, but these expressions
were interrupted by the wave of the
old chiefs hand, as with head erect,
blazing eyes, and sternly marked
features, he moved rapidly to his
daughters side, and in the Indian
tongue, commenced a wild, despair
ing appeal to the multitude for re-
dress and help, to get back their sto-
len homes and lands from the gov
eminent, by whose authorities tiSoy
were driven, in snow and tempest,
down into the wilderness and
swamps of the hated Indian Terri
tory. Bright-Eyes understands En-
gIish, haying been educated in our
language; so she stood by her tall,
old father, and interpreted his every
sentence. The slim young girl,
whose black dress lay in fold after
fold behind her, was in striking
contrast to the broad-chested, long
limbed chief who stood beside her,
wearing his hunting shirt of un-
dressed deer-skin. Finally, over
come by the power of his emotion,
the old mans voice grew faint and
tremulous, his gestures ceased, and
turning abruptly away, that the
spale-faces" might not see his stoi-
cism had broken down, he sought
his former place amidst a storm of
applause. The Northerners respon-
ded nobly to their appeals, and thus
gained their undying gratitude.
The young men crowded around
Bright-Eyes, to touch her little hand
and say that they had spoken to
bona-fde princess, while the WQm-
en-, of course, looked sweet at the
chief. He was nightly pleased at
their demonstrations, and many
were the cultural ejaculatiOns he
uttered. He seemed to have an eye
for the young and fair, like all 9TH
er men, whether prince or peasant.
Want to know if 1 shook hands,
eh? Why, certainly; what do you
take me for?
While we are dealing in celebri-
ties, we had just as well speak OF
two more who will canvass this city
this week. Tonight Levy will
blow his little horn, and gain ever
lasting admiration thereby, while
on Thursday evening Beecher will
toot his big one, and gain still great
er fame. Cui Bono? 1t seems to
me that Satan is going around like
a roaring lion, to devour the preach
ers up here, for in every paper is an
account of some one of them having
fallen from his high estate,
"Oh, the times and the manners!"
Oh, the morals of the day Beech
er and Talmage are on the home
stretch, hence they are safe. Pity
some of the ''lesser lights" hav MT
gotten this far along.
Girls, do you like to hear naughty
slittIe stories" about the dOings of
your neighbor, and "his sisters and
his cousins and his aunts ?" Well,
if so, come North. Everywhere
you go, this will greet you; at
state dinner, at an evening party,
at the opera, and at Church. Sean
dal, scandal everywhere. Why, in
a month, if you will take the trouble
to inquire, you can learn in Jersey,
the history of a mans family from
his great, great, great-grandmother
down to the present day. Every
thing that isn't nice or pretty comes
out in the papers, too, so if you want
to keep up with the times, read 1t
all. Free thinking and free speak
ing rule the day. Subjects which
we would never think of bringing
up in conversation are discussed
by all with the greatest freedom,
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