The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1881-06-03
SITTING BULL.
His Speech Before the Sioux Common Council.

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(BM Nye, in the Laramie Boonlera',g)
The following speech OF Sitting Bull has
been specially translated and reported by our
Indian editor, who is also wholesale and re-
tail dealer In deceased languages, and gene
raj agent for home made Sioux rhetoric and
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ers.
Warriors, and ,car-scarred Veterdns Of the
frontier:
Once more the war-path is overgrown
with bunch grass, and the tomahawk slum-
bers 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 some
time.
The wall of departed spirits is on the night
wind, and the wall of the man with the chill
blain answers back from the warriors wig
wan.
Children Of the forest, we are few. Where
once the shrill war whoop of the chieftain
collected our tribes like leaves of the forest,
| might now yell till the cows come home
without bringing quorum.
We are fading away before the march of
the paleface, and sinking into oblivion like
Auf.a ~ nF hn fnty ina
Water.
Warriors, am the last of a mighty race.
We we're race of chieftains. Alas! we will
soon be gone. The Bull family will soon
pass from the face of the earth. Ole is gone,
John is failing, and don't feel very well
myself. We are the victims of the paleface,
and our lands are taken away.
A few moe suns and the civilization aud
| valley tan, and handmade sour mash, and
horse lniment of the paleface will have done
their deadly work.
Our squaws and papooses are scattered to
the four winds of heaven, and we are left
desolate.
Where Is aughter-of-the-Tenpe
Where Is the d-Maiden-with-the.
Peeled-Nose?
Where is Victoria Regina Die Garcia Sit.
ting Bull? Where Is Knock-Kneed Chemi
| loonp Where Is swayback Sue and Meek
Eyed Government Socks?
They have sunk beneath the fire-waters o.
the goggled-eyed Caucasian. They have
succumbed to the delirium triangles, ant
when call them they come not. They dt
not hear my voice. Their moans are heart
upon the still night air, and they cry for re
venee. Look at the sad remnant of the fam
lily of Sitting Bull, your chief. One sore-eyet
squaw is left alone. Her face Is furrowes
DER with the famine of many winters, ant
her nose Is only the ruin Of Its former great
ness. Her moccvsins are worn out, and th'
soldier pants she wears are too long for her
She, also, Is drunk. She is not as drunk a
she can get, but she Is hopeful and persever
ing. She has also learned To lie like whit
man. She is now an easy, extemporaneon
liar When we gather about our camp mr.
and enact our untntored lies In the gioamine
Ipcretia Borgia Skowhegan Sitting Bull
with the inspiration Of six fingers Of asenc
cot,iu.yarnish, proceeds to tell the prize pre-
yarication, and then the house adjonrns' an
nothing can be heard but the muiileo 'rea
or fine agency corn beef going out to get som
fresh mir. Lucretia Borgia Is also becomin
.lovenly. IL IL evening, and yet she has nc
damned her evening dress. Her back mar
unkempt, and her front half Is unonnt
Pretty soon I will take tomaha~k ana pan
\, far her. She seems despondent and hope
less. AS she leans agaist the trunk oI
mighty oak and scratches her BACK you 8
nee tina. her thoughts are far away. %
other suspender is gone, but she don't CT