The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1882-05-10
MRs. GrLsoN ON 1NhIANs.
CHEYENNE, May 9Th, 1882.

Ii EN- Il HASJ Obh1 ACCAs
To the Editor of The Leader:
1t seems hat the murderous hand of
military tyranny has again been raised
against the peaceful, inoffensive Utes.
Capt. John sometimes called Jack for
short) was this time singled out as the
shining mark at which was leveled the
murderous shafts of malice, envy and a
mountain howitzer. Thus another of
u peaceful, law abiding government
grub eaters, has been padded over the
mysterious river. He has been trans
planted, so to speak, to the happy hunt
ing grounds on the other side, where
ever that may be. He was ruthlessly
snatched from his own home and fire.
side; from the warm, musty, lousy
blankets of his suit begrimed tepe; and
without due notice, or anything like a
fair warning; he was hustled into the
gold paved city before he had time to
bid adieu to his loving, saffron-colored
family, or Change his dirty shirt.
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his taking off is most r~eprehensible.
1t should promptly receive the outspok.
en- condemnation of all those who are
Indian agents or expect to be; and all
those who have Indian contracts, or
hope to have. If such killings are
allowed to go on, we shall soon have no
Tnnrn Indiana fn food alntbn ndnoufa
or keep up Sunday schools. They will
all be angels and our missionaries will
lie out of a Job. We shall also be with
out a market for our graham flour, for
our luscious, flatulent beans, our sue
c%ulent, oleaginous bacon, our sweet,
glucose sugar, and our attenuated, ane-
mic beef cows. L tell you, sir, all these
things will most certainly happen, for
''misfortunes never come single"
Something must be done to arrest the
calamItous tide of Caucasian barbarism
that threatens to exterminate the noble
aboriginal race of America. Our skel-
eton-which we sometimes call an army
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don't give the aboriginee any chance TO
indulge his idiosincracies or develop his
muscle. Our present reservation sys-
ten is too monotonous and sedentary
for these former lords of this ''expan-
sive, gateless, boundless manor" Their
sprightly intellects are becoming heavy,
dull, and l~Istless; and their agile limbs
rheumatic and equity. They pine, they
sit down aud weep for the days of yore
when the poisoned arrow, the toma-
hawk and the scalping knife furnished
them-Oh, such lovely pastime-such
sweet amusement They must have
more outdoor exercise. They must be
allowed to take their tepes, horses wo.
men and children, dogs, lice, fleas, bed
bugs and other household furniture,
and go out picnicing in the spring time.
They must have annual passes issued
by the secretary of the interior, so they
can 20 out unmolested on the broad
plains, and up On the sides of the snow
capped mountain, and caper and gambol
like innocent lambs in the bright, life
giving sunlight. What if they do kill
a steer now and then, or scalp a white
man, or burn a ranch and murder a
few women and children? This may be
a little rough on the whites, but it will
be the making of the I%njunsl And in
"a few years they will be perfectly re-
stored to their pristine beauty and love.
illness. Yours for the aboriginee,
Mrs. AMANDA TABITHA gibson.