The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1881-05-05
Sitting Bull.
HIS SPEECH BEFORE THE SIOUX COM
MON COUNCIL.

The following speech of Sitting Bull
has been translated and reported by
our Indian editor, who IL also whole
sale and retail dealer in deceased Ian
guages, and general agent for home
made Sioux rhetoric and smoktsn-
ned Indian eloquence. New laih In
dian laments with bead trimmings.
Compiler of novel and desirable styles
of war-dances. Indian eloquence
furnished to debating clubs and pub
fishers of school readers.
"Warriors and war-scarred veterans
of the frontier.
Once more the war path is over
grown with bunch grass, and the
tomahawk slumbers in the wigwam
of the red man. lirim-visaged war
has given place to the piping times of
peace. The cold and cruel winter is
upon us. 1t has been upon us for
some time.
The vail of departed spirits is on
the nisht wind, and the wall Of the
chilblain answers back from the war
rior's wgwnm.
Children of the forest, we are few
Where Ouce the shrill ~arhoop of thr
chicft.,in collected our tribe like the
leaves of the forest, might now yell
till the cows come home without
bringing out II quorum.
We are faafry away before the
marsh Of the pal.1~ce, and sinking
into oblivion Ike the snows.ke on
the bosom Of the Sinking Water.
Warriors, [ ain the last of q mighty
race. We were Il race of Chieftains,
Alas! we will spon be gone. The Bull
family will soon paas from the face oi
the earth. Ois is gone, John is fail
ing, and l don't feel very well myself.
We are the victims OF the paleface,
and our Lands are taken away.
A few more suns and the civiliza-
ton and valley tan, and handmade
sour mash, and horse liniment of the
psleface viii nave done their deadly
work.
Our squaws and papooses are scat.
tered to the four winds OF heaven, and
we are LETT desolate.
Where is The-Daughter-of-the
Tempest? Where is the Wall-Eyed
| Maiden With-tle-Peelei-N Nose?
! Where is Victoria Regina Die Gar
| cia Sitting Ddii? Where il Knock.
Hneed Chcmi.oon? Where is Sway
back Sue and Meek-Eyed Govern
! nent SOCKS?
They have sunk beneath the fire
water of the goggied. eyed Caucasian
! They have succuunbed to the dc
lirium triangies and when | cali then
they come not. They do not hear III,
voice. Their n!oan5 are heard upOl
the still night air, and they cry fo
revenge. LOOK at the SID remnant q
the family OF Sitting Bull, your chicl
One sUre-cyed sYuaw is left alone
Her face is furruwcl ore with tn
famine Of many winters, and her nos,
is only the ruin OF its former great
ness. Her lnoccasins are worn our
and the soldier pants she wears are t.
long for ner. She also, is drunk
she is not as drunk rs she can get, bu
she is hOpe.ul and persevering. Sh
has also learned to lie like "a whit
m.n. She is now an easy, extern
FuraneOuS liar, When we gUthe
: aboui tie camp fire and enact our III
tutor.d lies in the cleaning, Lucrcti
b"rgia Skowhegan Sitting Bull, wit
the inspiration of six fingers Of agenc
I cotfinvarmish, proceeds to tell tn
prZe prgv;lrication, and then tn
house adjnurns. and nothing can l.
heard but the mufilpd tread of til
agency corn beef going out to ge
some fresh air. Lucretia Borgia
also becoming slovcnly. 1t is eveI
ing, and yet She has not donned he
evening dress. Her back hair is III
kempt, and her front is unbun!
Pretty soon | will take tamahaw
and bang it ior her. She seems de.
pOndent and hopeless. AS she lean
against the trunk of a mighty GA
: and scratches her back, you can sc
: that her thoughts are far away. HI
other suspender is gone, but she don
care cold smooth clam. She is thinl
ing OF her childhood days by til
banks Of the Minnehalla.
Warriors we stan in the moccasiI
of mighty nation. We represent til
starving remnant of once poWerfl
= Sioux. Our pirogue stands idly o
the shore. | don't know what
pirogue il, but it stands idly on til
shore.
When the spring flowers blooI
again. and the grass is green upon I'll
plains, we will once more 90 upon til
war-path. We will avenge the wrong
of our nation. have not fully glu
ted my vengeance. | have seven {
eight more cluts on hand, and we wi
shout our war-cIy once more, an
mutilate some more Anglo Saxon
We will silence the aVenging cries
our people. We will spatter the gree
grass and gray greasewood with til
gore of the paleface, and feed til
white-livered emigrants to the coyoI,
We will spread death and desolatio
| avarywbnra and fill fhp mir with UuT