The Emporia weekly news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1881-1889, 1881-09-08
SITTING BULLS LATEST SPEECH.
Laromie Boomerang.

SlTIlHG BULL LATEST EEEECd.
Laromie Boomerang.
The following speech of Sitting Bull
has been specially translated and report
ed by our Indian editor, who IS also
wholesale and retail dealer in deceased
languages, and genei al agent fer home
made Sioux rhetoric and tanned Indian
eloouence. New laid Indian iamenis
with bead trimmings. Compiler of nov
el and desirable sIylesof war dances ID
dian eloqueBee furnished to debating
clubs and publishers of shool readers:
"Warriers, and war SCARED veterans of
the frontieTi''
"Once more the war-path is over grown
with bunch-grass, and the tomahawk
slumbers in the bosom of the red man.
Grim-yisaged war has given place to the
piping times of peace. The hot and
cruel summer is upon us. 1t has been
upon us for some time.
"The wall of departed spirits is on the
night wind, and the wall of the man
with the chilblain answers back from
the warriors wigwam.
"Children of the forest, we are few!
Where once the shrill war-whoop of the
chieftain collected our tribe like the
leaves of the forest, / might now yell
till the cows come home without bring
ing quorum.
1--WE are fading away before the march
of the paleface, and sinking into obliv-
ion like the snowflake on the bosom of
the Sinking Water.
Warriors, am the last of mighty
raceI We were q race of chieftainsi
Alas! we will soon be gone. The Bull
family will soon pas from the face of
the earth. Ole is gone, John is failing
and don't feel very well myself. We
x-fr fsff1 he I'D
lands are taken away.
ga few more suns and the civilization
and valley tan and handmade sour mash
and the horse liniment of the paleface
will have done their deadly work.
"Our squaws and papooses are scat
tered to the four winds of heaven, and
we are left desolate.
"Where is The-Daughter-of-the- Tenn
pest? Where is the WaIl-Eyed- Maiden
with the Peeled Nose?
"Where is Victoria Regina Dia Gracia
Sitting Bull? Where is Knock-Kneed
Chemiloon? Where is Swayback Sue,
and Meek-Eyed Government Socks?
"They have sunk beneath the fire
waters of the goggie-eyed Caucasian.
They have succumbed to the delirium
triangles, and when call them they
come not. They do not hear my voice.
Their means are heard upon the still
night air, and they cry for revenge.
Look at the sad remnant of the family
of Sitting Bull, your chief. One sore
eyed squaw is left alone. Her face is
furrowed DER with the famine of many
winters, and her nose is only the ruin
of its former greatness. Her moccasins
are worn out, and the soldier pants she
wears are too long for her. She, also, is
drunk She is not as drunk as she can
get, bat she is hopeful and persevering.
She has learned to lie like whiteman.
She is now an easy, extemporaneous
liar. When we gather about the camp
fire and enact our untutored lies in the
cleaning, Lucretia Borgia Skowhegan
Sitting Bull, with the inspiration of six
fingers of agency coff1n-varnish, pro-
ceeds to tell the prize prevaricatlon, and
then the house adjourns, and nothing
can be heard but the muffled tread Of
the agency corn beef going out to get
some fresh air. Lucretia BOrgIa is also
becoming slovenly. 1t is evening, and
yet she has not donned her evening
dress. Her back hair is unkempt and
her front HAIR is unbung. Pretty soon
] will take tOmahawk and bang il for
her. She seems respondent and hope
less. As she leans against the trunk of
a mighty oak and scratches her back you
.
Her other suspender is gone, but she
don't care a cold, smooth clam. She is
thinking of her childhood days by the
banks of the Minnehaha.
"Warriors, we stand in the moccaSins
of mighty nation. We represent the
starving remnant of once powerful
Sioux Our pirogue stands idle on the
shore. don't know what pirogue is,
but it stands on the shore.
when the spring flowers bloom
again, and the grass is green upon the
plains, we will once more go upon the
warpath we will avenge the wrongs of
our nation. ! have not fully gluttted
my vengeance. ! have seven or eight
more giuts on hand, and will shout our
warcry once more, and mutilate some
more Anglo Saxons. We will silence
the avenging cries of our people; we
will spatter the green grass and gray
greasewood with the gore of the pale.
face and feed the white-livered emil
| grants to the coyote; we will spread
death and desOlation everywhere, and
| fill the air with gum oVsrshoes and re
mains. Let us yield up our lives dearly
while we mash the palefaces beyond
recognition, and shoot his hired man SO
full of holes that he will look like q
suspension bridge.
/ Is OuI
ground. The buffalo, the antelope, the
sage hen, and the jackass rabbit are ours
ours to enjoy, ours to perpetuate, our to
transmit. The Great Spirit created
these animals for the red man, and not
for the bilious tourists, between whose
/ legs the chestnut sunlight penetrates
clear up to his collar bone.
| Then we will ride down on the regu
lar army when he is thinking of some
thing else, and VIC will scare him into
commissions, and our medicine men will
attend the commissions while we sample
the supplies.
'Then we will take some cold-sliced
Indian agent and some bay rum and GO
on picnic.
"Warriors, farewelll Be virtuous and
you will be happy; but you will be
| lonesome sometimes. Think of what I
have said to you about the council fire,
and govern yourselves accordingly. We
will not grumble at celluloid cFaker and
cast iron Goldfish ball, but in the spring
we will have veal outlets for breakfast
/ and Peace Commissioners on toast fol
dinner. The squaw of Sitting Bull will
have new plug hat, and if the weather
is very severe she shall have two Of
them.
Warriors, farewell! am done; have
spoken. l have lothing more to sIC
semper domino. Numbago, erysipelas
in hoo eureka, sciatica usufruGt, Timber
ger, go bragh!