Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1882-01-25
Sitting Bull.
HIS ALLEGED SPEECH BRFoRE THE
SIOUX coMMoN COUNCIL.

and reported by our Indian editor
who is also wholesale and retail
dealer in deceased languages, and
general agent for homemade SIOUX
| rhetoric and smoke-tanned Indian
eloquence. New laid Indian la
nlents with bead trimmings. Com,
| piler of novel and desirable styles Of
war dance. Indian eloquence fur
nished to debating clubs and pub
fishers ofschool readers:
Z Warriors and r-scarred yeter-
ans 81 The frontier: 'ssss I
/ Once more the warpath is over.
grown with bunch grass, and the
tomahawk slumbers in the wigwarl
of the red man. Grim visaged war
has given place to the piping times
of pease. The cold and cruel win
ter is upon us. 1t has been upon
US for some time.
T The wall of departed spirits is on
the night wind, and the wall of the
man with the chilblain answers
| back from the warriors wigwam.
| Children of the forest, we are few,
where once the shrill warwhoop OF
the ehieftain collected our tribe
like the leaves of the forest, | might
now yell till the cows come home
without bringing out quorum.
We are fading away before the
march of the paleface, and sink into
oblivion like the snowflake on the
bosom of the Sinking Water.
Warriors, / am the last of a
mighty race. We are race OF
chieftains. Alas! we viii soon be
gone. The Bull family will soon
pass from the face of the earth.
Ole is gone, and John is failing, and
| don't feel very well myself. We
are victims of the paleface, and oul
lands are taken away. ~
| A few more suns and the civilian
ton, and valley tan, and handmade
sour mash, and horse liniment OF
the palcfaoc will have done theil
deadly work.
! Our squaws and pappooses arc
scattered to the four winds of heav'
en-, and We are left deso.ate
| Where is the Daughter-ot-the
Tcmper,? " here is the Wall-Eyed
| Maiden-with-thc-Pe Nose?
| Where is Victoria Regina Del
Gracia Sitting Eull? Where is
Knock Knee Chcmiloo2 Where arc
Swuy- Back Sue, and Meek-Eyed
| Government Socks?
| They have sunk beneath tie fire
waters Of the gogglc-eyed Caucasian
They have succumbed to the deliri
um triangles, and when / call then
they come not. They do not heal
my voice. Their means are heard
upon the still night air, and they
cry for revenge. Look at the sac
remnant of the family of Sitting
Bull, your chief. One sore-eyee
squaw alone is left. Her face is fur
rowed DER with the famine of man,
| winters, and her nose is only the ru
| in of former greatness. Her mecca
sins are worn out, and the soldie
pants she wears are too long for her
| She, also, is drunk. She is not a
drunk as she can get, but she il
hopeful and persevering. She ha
also learned to like the white man
She is now an easy, extemporaneou
liar. When we gather around til
! camp fire and enact our untutore'
lies in the cleaning, Lueretia Boz
gia Showhegan Sitting Bull, wit
the inspiration of six fingers Of ager
cy coffin varnish, proceeds to te
the prize prevarication, and Abe
the house adjourns, and nothing ca
be heard but the. mufiled tread ,
the agency corn beet, going out
get some fresh air. Lucretia Borg
is becoming slovenly. 1t is ever
ing, and yet she has not donned III
evening dress. Her back hair is III
kempt, and her front hair is unbun
. Pretty soon l will take tomahaw
and bang it for her. She seems d
spondent and hopeless. As 81
I'd leans against the trunk of a might
oak and scratches her back, you CT
zee that her thoughts are far ava
2 She is thinking Of her childhot
5 days by the banks of the Minneh
ha.
Warriors, we stand in the mocc
sins Of mighty nation. y
represent the starving remnant
the once powerful Sioux. 0
pirogue stands idly on the shore.
don't know what a pirogue is, but
stands idly on the shore.
When the spring flowers blot
again, and the grass is green up
the plains, We will once more 60 !
on the warpath. We will aver
the wrongs our nation. ! have !
fully glutted my vengeance. / hi