National Republican. (Washington City (D.C.)) 1872-1888, 1881-06-29
SITTING BULLS SAY.
A RICH SPEECH FROM THE WIGWAM.
Where Is the Wail-Eyed Maiden With the Red
Nose? the Knock-Kneed Chemloon! or
Swayback Sue !-0h! Where
Are They All!

been specially translated and reported by our In
dian editor who is also wholesale and retail dealer
| in deceased languages, and general agent for
home made Sioux rhetoric and smoke tanned In
dian eloquence, neI-laid Indian laments, with
bead trimmings; compiler of novel and desirable
styles of war dances; Indian eloQuence furnished
to debating clubs and publishers fschool readers:
"WARRIoRs AND WAR-SCARRED VETERANS OF THE
FRONTIER: Once more the wsrpath is oyergrown
| with bunch grass and the tomahawk slumbers in
the wigwam of the red man. Grim-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 so me time.
"The wall of departed spirits is on the night wind,
and the vail of the man with the chilblain an
| swers back from the warriors wigwam.
| Children of the forest, we are few. Where
once the shrill war-whoop of the chieftain col
lected our tribe like the leaves of the forest I
might now yell till the cows come home without
| quorum.
1--WE are fading away before the march of the
paleface and sinking into oblivion like the snow
| fake on the bosom of the Sinking Water
| Warriors am the last of mighty race. We
were race of chieftains. Alasl we will soon be
gone. The Bull family will soon pass from the
face of the earth Ole is gone, John is falling and
1 don't feel very well myself We are the victims
of the paleface, and our lands are taken.
"a few more suns and liberalization and valley
| tan and hand made sour mash and horse liniment
of the paleface will have done their deadly work.
"Our squaws and pappooses are scattered on the
| four winds of heaven and we are left desolate.
| Where is the Daughter f-the Tempest? Where
is the Wall Eyed Maiden with the Peeled Nose?
Where is the Victoria Regina Del Gratia Sitting
| Bull? Where is Knockkneed Chemiloon? Where
| is Swayback Sue and Meek Eyed Government
| Socks?
"They have sunk beneath the fire-waters of the
,I,DSl
| to the delirium triangles, and when l call they
come not They do not hear my voice. Their
moans 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 with
| the famine of many winters and her nose is only
| the ruin of its former greatness. Her moccesins
| are worn out and the soldier pants she wears are
too long for her. She is also drunk She is not
as drunk as she can get, but she is hopeful and
persevering. She has learned to lie like
white man. She is now an easy extempo-
raneOuS liar. When we gather about the camp
fire and enact untutored lies in the cleaning,
Lucretia Borgia Skowkegan Sitting Bull, with the
inspiration of six fingers of agency coffin varnsh,
proceeds to tell the prize preyaricatOn, and then
the house adjourns, and nothing can be heard but
the muffled tread of the agency corn-b beef going
out to get some fresh air. Lucretia Borgia is also
becoming slovenly. II is evening and yet she has
not donned her evening dress. Her back hair is
unkempt and her front hair is unbung. Pretty
soon I will take tomahawk and bang it for her.
She seems despondent and hopeless As she leans
against the trunk of mighty oak and scratches
her back you can see that her thoughts are far
away. Her other suSpender is gone, but she don't
care cold, smooth clam. She is thinking of her
childhood days by the banks of the AIinnehGha.
Warriors, we stand in the moccasinS of a
mighty nation. We represent the starving rem
nant of a once powerful Sioux. Our pirogue
stands idle on the shore. don't know what pi-
rogue is, but it stands idly 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 glutted my ven
geancc. have seven or eight more gluts on
hand, and will shout our war-Cry once more and
mutilate some more Anglo SaXons. We will
silence the avenging cries of our people; we viii
spatter the green grass and gray grcasewo0d with
the gore Of the pale face and feed the whte-liv-
cred emigrants to the coyote. We will spread death
and desolation everywhere and fill the air with gum
OveTshoes ard remains. Let us yield up our lives
dearly while We mash the pale-laces beyond rec
ognion, and shoot his hired man SO full of holes
that he Will look like & suspension bridge
Warriors, there is our hunting ground. The
buffalo, the antelope, the sage hen, and The jack
ass rabbit are cuTs-ours 10 enjCy, ours TO pcrpet
uht2, ours 10 transmit lie GrGat Splrae sSatcQ
these animals for the red man. and nC, for the
bilious tourists, between whose legs the Chestnut
sunlight pepetrates clear up to his collar bone.
Then we will ride down on his regular army,
when he is thinking of something else, and wc
will scare him into commissions, and our medicine
men Will attend to the convulsions while We sam
pie the supplies.
Then will take some cold sliced Indian
agent and some bay rum and go on picnic.
Warriors, farewell Be virtuous and you Will
be happy; but you viii be lonesome sometimes. |
Think of what have said to you about the cti.--
cii-fre, and govern yourselves accordingly. We
will not grumblc at the ceuoid cracker and cast
iron Goldfish ball; but in the spring We will have
veal outlets for breakfast and peace commissioners
Oh toast for dinner. csqnaw u Sitting Bull shall
have a new plug hat and if the weather is severe
she shall have two Of them.
Warriors, farewell! l am done. have spoken.
hGye nothing more to sic aemper domino Plum
sago srysipelas in hoe eureka sCiGtica usurfruct
nln5erger go braugh'- Enrdmic B3omGCAg.