Middletown transcript., 1881-04-22
SITTING BULL.
HIS SPEECH BEFORE THE SIOUX COM
MON COUNCIL.


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4 readers:
" Warriors, and war-scared veterans
: of the frontier.
Once more the warpath is overgrown
r with bunch grass, and the tomahawk
0 slumbers in the wigwam of the red
1 man. Grim-visaged war has given place
D to the piping times of peace. The cold
t and cruel winter is upon us. 1t has
g been upon us for some time.
The war of departed spirits is on the
night wind, and the wall of the man
2 with the chilblain answers back from
| the warriors wigwam.
| Children of the forest, we are few
J Where once the shrill warhoop of the
chieftain collected our tribe like the
, leaves of the forest, I might now yell
till the cows come home without bring
|, ing out a quorum.
: We are fading away before the march
of the palefaee, and sinking into obliv-
ion like the snowflake on the bosom of
the Sinking Water.
Warriors, l am the last of mighty
race. We were a 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 more suns and the civilization, |
and valley tan, and handmade sour
mash and horse liniment of the pale
face will have done their deadly work.
Our squaws and papoosees are scat
tered to the four winds of heaven, and
we are left desolate.
Where is The-Daughter-of-th Tenn
pest Where is the Wall-Eyed-Maiden-
With-the-Peeled-N Nose.
Where is Victoria Regina Del Gar
cia Sitting Bull Where is Knock
Kneed Chameleon ? Where is sway
back Sue and Meek-Eved Government
Socks =?
They have sunk beneath the frewa-
ters of the goggled-eyed Caucasian
They have suceumbed 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 q
winters, and her nose is only the ruin |
of its former greatness. Her mocca- I
sins are worn out, and the soldier pants '
she wears are too long for her. She also, j
is drunk. She is not as drunk as she Q
can get, but she is hopeful and persever- {
ing. She has also learned to lie like I
the white man. She is now an easy, q
eXtemporaneous liar. When we gather
about the camp fire and enact our un- Q
tutored lies in the cleaning, Lucretia
Borgia Skowhegan Sitting Bull, with
the inspiration of six fingers of agency !,
coffin-varnish, proceeds to tell the prize
prevaricatiOn, and then the house adj
journs, and nothing can be heard but :.
the muffied tread Of the agency corn =
beef, going out to get some fresh !,
air. Lueretia 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 mbung. Pretty soon l will :,
take tomahawk and bang it for her. h
She seems despondent and hopeless. 4
AS she leans against the trunk of a !,
mighty oak and scratches her back, you :,
can see that her thoughts are far away. b
Her other suspender is gone, but she y
don't care a cold, smooth clam. She is I
thinking of her childhood days by the !,
banks of the Minnehaha. =
Warriors, we stand in the moccasins .
of mighty nation. We present the
remnant of the once powerful
Sioux. Our pirogue stands idly on the h
shore. don't know what a pirogue O
is, but it stands idly on the shore. o.
When the spring flowers bloom again, W
and the grass is green upon the plains, Al
we will once more go upon the war q
path. We will avenge the wrongs of IL
our nation. | have not fully glutted N
my vengeance. have seven or eight W
more gluts on hand, and we will shout III
our war-cry once more, and mutilate &c
some more Anglo-Saxons We will 81 I'll
lence the avenging cries of our people. pC
We will spatter the green grass and
gray greasewood with the gore of the
paleface, and feed the white-livered el
to the coyote. We will spread III
leath and desolation everywhere, and 70
ill the air with gum overshoes and re- Sn
mains. Let US yield up our lives dearly !"
while we mash the paleface beyond rec Ell
ignition, and shoot his hired man SO Pc
sull of holes that he will look like y
bridge. pl
Warriors, there is our hunting ground. ju
The buffalo, the antelope, the sage hen Oy
ind the jackass rabbit are ours. Ours
o enjoy, ours to perpetuate, ours to pl
The Great Spirit created tn
hese animals for the red man, and not DO
or the bilious tourist, between whose fif
egs the chestnut sunlight penetrates de
lear up to his collar bone. m,
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