Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1881-10-26
UTE ELOQUENCE.
SPEECH OF THE GREAT tulEF CoLoRow
ON THE SITUATION AS REPRODUCED
AT LONG RANGE Df BILL NYE.

AT LONG RANGE NJ BILL NYE.
Warriors and Comtrymen We are
congregated today incur new corral
The paleiace has rounded us up once
more and led us one notch nearer the
setting sun,
We are the courageous fragment OF
what was once the mighty Utc nation.
Now we arc cut out Pnd herded on a
now reservation like q bunch of Texas
steers for the Chicago market.
Warriors, ! glory in your prowess,
your valor, your wild, untamed thirst
Tor gore and rest. | sec before me the
most ferocious band Of beeisteak des.
troyers that the world has ever seen.
! am proud of your iecerd.
You were told by the white father
at Washington 10 pack your shawl
straps and move to the new rancho in
the far west, 80 that Colorado white
bean cultivators could have the graves
ofour ancestors to raise corky radishes
and watermelons on. He told us that
we might 20 10 the new reservation
and die Of ennui if wo choose, while
the average Colorado granger dug up
the bones Of our people regardless of
expense
Then did you dig up the tomahawk
and bury the pipe Of peacel
Did you brandish your meat AK and
plunge it into the liver OF your pale.
faced foo2
Not that | remember of.
Did you sound the war cry of the
nation and warn the American people
to stand back or you will jar the en-.
tire national fabric2
Not ii my memory still continues to
wag.
You did not paralyzo the palefoe.
You didn't walk over him and tramp
him INTO the dirt very much. AT least
il you did the facts have not been cor.
rectly brought to my notice.
Instead Of pilng up lot OF ghastly
fragments Of Caucasians, you simply
packed your night shirts and your
tooth brushes and lii ont for the new
range.
l gaze upon you with singular pride,
The chunk OF swelling pride that is at
this moment agitaling my gizzard and
striving for utterance is fully as big as
a cook stove
1t l had a son seven years old who
hadn't moro nerve and more sand than
this feeble relic OF the Ute nation has
day, | would take him out behind
the straw pile and brain him with
boiled rutabaga.
Do you call to mind the days when
we used to 60 over into North Park |
and surprise a party Of prospectors,
and scoot them up the golden stair be
fore breakfast Have you forgotten
the time when We stole enough grub
to keep house and then sold our ra.
tions to the paleiace for the latest
style Of firearms? | don't think |
eversaw such change. 1t breaks me
up and saddens me.
We are settled here now 500 miles
from anywhere and among total strang.
era. We are at least 800 miles from
telegraphic and whisky facilities, and
in tho midst of the Mormon church.
Our squaws may have crude and at
tircs erroneous notions about the So
cial relations, and they may have been
more or less eXtemporaneous and i'm.
promptu, as it were, IN relation to the
matter OF marriage, still they have
never fallen into the groveling customs
of the pleaginous Mormon.
We may have led a crooked and pc.
culiar life IN some respects, but we
have never been Mormons.
As | said before we have come here
without murmur We Just packed
up the rosewood piano and the house
hold collection of insects that had be.
como attached to us, and moved like q
lot Of sore.eyed emigrants see about
me warriors who might bo powerful
chiefs Of great nation, but instead OF
that you stand around here with your
shirt tails sticking through little rustic
apertures in your overalls.
Children of the forest, your race is
nearly run. You will scatter a few
polished soup bones and bacon rinds
over this reservation and then die.
You will probably die of gout. III
some good, able bodied pilgrim would
make drainage tube out Of length
et gas pipe and tap the whole tribe for
laudable pus he would win my undy.
ing esteem.
! am done. You have heard me
cackIo You have listened to my me.
lodious toot,
Now dry up and simmer down.