St. Landry democrat., 1883-07-21
CHIPETA's ADDRESS TO THE UTEs.
Translated by Bill Nye.

widow of the dead Ouray speaks to you.
She comes to you, not as the squaW OF
the chieftain, to rouse You to war anu
victory, butlto weep with you over the
loss of her people and the greed OF the
pale faces.
The fair Colorado over whose rocky
mountains we have Toamed and hunted
in the olden time, Is now overrun by
the silver-plated Senator and the soft
eyed dude.
We are driven to small corner Of
the earth to die, while the oppressor
digs gopher holesi in the green grass and
sells them to the speculator of the great
cities towards the rising sun.
Through the long, cold winter my
people have passed, III want and cold,
while the conqi.eror OF the peaceful
Ute has worn $3.50 night-shlrts and
filled his skin with pie.
Chipeta addresses you as the weeping
squaw of great man whose bones will
one day nourish the cucumber vine.
Ouray now sleeps beneath the brown
grass, OF the canyon, where the soft
spring winds may stir the dead leaves
and the young coyote may come ana
monkey DER his grave.
Ouray was ignorant of the ways OF
the pale face. He could not go to Com
l.
| United States. He had not taken out
his second papers. He was d simple
child Of the forest, but he stuck to Chi
peta. He loved Chipeta like hired
man. That is why the widowed sauaW
weeps over him. s4
| A few more years and shall join
/ Ouray-my chief, Ouray the big IDjun
from away up the gulcl. His heart is
still open to me. Chipeta could trust
him, even among the smiling maidens
of her tribe. Ouray was true. There
was no funny business in his nature.
He loved not the garb of the pale face,
but won my heart while he wore a
saddle blanket and a look of woe.
/ Chipeta looks to the North and the
| South, and all about are the graves OF
| her people. The refinement Of the OPP
pressor has come, with its divorce and,
! schools and gin cocktails and -four
bread and fall elections, and we linger
| here like boil on the neck OF fat
man.
Even while 1 talk to you the damp
winds of April are signing through my
i vertebrae, and I've got more pains IN
4 my back than conservatory.
i Weep with the widowed Chipeta.
4 Bow your heads and howl, for. our
1 harps are hung on the willows and cur
4 wild goose is cooked.
q Who will be left to mourn at Chipe-
ta's grave None but the starving pa
J poose of my nation. We stand in the
} gray mist of spring like dead bufdocks
in the field of the honest farmer, and
the chilly winds of departing winter
make us hump and gather like q burnt
J boot.
All we can do is to vail. We are the
red skinned walters of WailtoWn.
Colorado is no longer the home OF the
I Ute. It is the dwelling place OF the
bonanza Senator, who doesn't know the
difference between the plan OF salvation
and the previous question.
Chipeta cannot vote. Chipeta cannot
pay faxes to a great nation but you Will
be apt TO hear her voice, and her mel
) IloW racket will fill the air till Ilel
) tongue is cold and they tuck the buffalo
: robe about her and plant her by the
! side of her dead cfieftain, where thu
: south wind and the sage heu are sing
r ing.
Two OPINIoNs.-That somewhat er
: ratio but avowedly Democratic paper
: the Natchitoches Vindicator, throws it
self in the breach as a defender OF th'
i parties slnirched by the Act 50 and Nc.
e Emery land grab exposures, and as
t sumes the falslty ,of the charges pre-
n ferred by the ~ plcayune ana !, the senate
Y committee. Inc Monroe bulleIln, al
It ways 81 Democratlc, ,tge says OF tne report Of
: Act ": Ef1orts nave oeen maze e
: break It's force, put lts 1futn, IKE ln
a CONDENSED rays OF t1e sun; - purnlI' y ~
d voters" We submit that these ART
q very mcongruous posiCions anu lnal
10 the wrong. Inc Welgnl OF esluenc 1s
and argqlmepnC, 1l y Hnqaestlonapafh @ on "a