The Bennington banner. [volume] (Bennington, Vt.) 1858-1894, 1889-10-17
BENNINGTON RED MEN.

The Words of Little Hungry Ratchet to
His Brother Red Men of the Tribe Mo-
hogan.
Let the old men aud the young men,
the hunters and the warriors and the
chiefs rel lice for unto Long-Tooth-Slay-
er,by his pale-face squaw "a new papoose
is born. Let all the Red Men of the
tribe Mohegan iDflame the brittle smoke
weed and rejoice Hungry Ratchet has
spoken; to his brother Red Men at the
Wigwam Of Many Nails, in the forest Of
the MOhegans.
Many warriors and hunters and chiefs
whose moccasins all that sun had
pressed the silver trait, hot in the pur-
suit of shining wampum, had returned to
the pleasant wigwam, and were putting
the white smoke of peace around the
glowing camp fire, and the great oil of
the pale-face liz the heavy silence which
succeeded the long-talk OF Little Hungry
Hatchet.
Then rose Man-Afraid. Of Thunder and
scratched his scalp for long-talk "The
words of Hungry-Hatchet are good, but
the papoose of the squaw of Long Tooth
Slayer is better. 1t shall be named
Thomas, after our shining Thomas
hawks and its moccasins shall be cum
ming in lodging the creditors upon its
trail in the forests of the Mohegans I
Show me creditors Waugh Man
afraid of Thunder has spoken.
And the braves felt for their scalping
knives and echoed waugh ~
| Then from his seat upon the woven
rushes in the corner rose the Sycamore
Good Big Moccasin, and hopping the
water of the heart away from the sad
and solemn window Of his soul, thus be-
gan and ended his melancholy long-talk:
ooh my brother braves and warriors,
now found in the forests of the Mohe-
gans, let not the long-talk of Good-Big-
Moccasin press heavily upon your
breasts nor slow your fleet and stealthy
feet upon the trail which to-morrow's
san will light, but floating from the pa
poose in the wigwam Of Long-Tooth-
Slayer comes little voice, not the voice
of the chief or, warrior, but that which
the music master of the pale-face calls
a soprano voice not the voice of a
Thomas hawk bnt of a Whoa-Emma
The papoose of the pale-face squaw OF
Long Tooth-Slaye is squaw papoose
Boo-hoo- hoo, Goodbye Moccasin has
spoken r'
And all the warriors and the braves
echoed ''hOo-hoop And the tribe turned
/ sadly from the camp fire of Many Nails
while the Man-afraid- Thunder ratified
the twigs of stone over its sinking en-
J bers and murmured
: "GitchIe Manitou is good to the war
rior and to the sQuaw alike. This is the
papoose of cur brother Red Man; the
T first-born of the tribe Mohegan. We
will watch over its little canoe sfloaI
} upon the brooks of life until it drift
! downward to the older and the greater
| river. We will draw the willows anG
the rushes from its path that no harm
Z may come upon 1t as it glides along thu
] pleasant banks. We will walk stealth
( lily the trail by its side that the noisy
= birds which shall sing it pleasure as i
rocks over the waters, shall not b.
frightened and their music stIlled anC
when it reaches the broad and stronger
stream where dangers ride upon thu
. waves that wreck, our eyes shall no
grow weary nor shall the sun upon thu
waters blind them with its wicked glare
but she shall still be our watch anC
q ward though our trail may have led III
n to the autumn woods upon the shore, o.
!. the winter of our age, and the grea
canoe which lie waiting to carry us owe
Q the cold sea of Eternity be drawing ant
q straining at it's moorings, for his papoos
: is our papoose and we are brother ant
brother. SO speaks the great book o
n the Red Men,"
And the tribe passed out into the clea
n and mellow moonshine and their mecca
sins, turned upon the hOmeward trail
came down with strange and lionel.
echo among the wigwams in the fores
of the Mohegans and neither brave no
warrior nor hunter was sorry that it Wa
= squaw papoOse.