Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1894-08-22

mometer outside was standing at 90. l
could hear the bugle of the Ninth
sounding "boots and saddles" and the
murmur of the incoming crowds sound
ed like the wash of great sea.
ASK her." said, IF she thinks the
mother of the red man is abused"
She mistook the question, and think
ing it applied to her treatment by the
managers of the show, began to praise
tie liberality of Mr.. Nate Salisbury and
Major Burke, for whose ears it was in
tended, corrected her, and asked her to
tell the white scribe if the women of
her tribe were as well off as the men.
Her answer was an interesting one,
and amounted to this: "How can they
be so well off when the Great Spirit has
made them women? Does the white
scribe think woman is so well off as
a MANI
The white scribe said yes, he thought
the white women were, and he wanted
to find out how it was with the red
women.
"Red man and white man the same"
size said ''They much like woman
little while. Then much like other
woman.
Major Burke laughed, and said white
woman and red woman the same too.
Perhaps l should have smiled, too,
but there was to me dumb pathos in
it, very much as we sometimes detect
in an animal that tries to make us un-
derstand some kind of wrong.
"You have children" l said, land
you are proud of them. Two or three
of them were painting their legs with
ultramarine and red lead at that mo-
ment, preparatory to exhibiting them
in the arena to the awe struck white
women.
yes" replied the great squaw.
Much papoose, much trouble. Squaw
get no medal for papoose
"What does she mean by that?'
"She means" said the major, "that
there is no reward for bearing chill
dren.
"But you are proud of your children?
"Papoose not much proud of ole
mother"
At this the three sons laughed grunt
ingly in affirmation, and went on fires
Going their legs.
"Ask her," said, eff the red wo
man had her way what she would de
to make things better for the red man. )
Perhaps she did not quite understand
the question, for she replied: Rec
woman all right till she is old red wo
man. Make buck do as she pleases
Red woman, if she could, would no
get old"
''Sex is pretty much the same undel
all kinds of skin," said the major
GIVE heard the same sentiment from
the lips of dowagers. y
"And there's pretty much the sam,
cause of complaint wherever there il
man." I suggested.
eyes, guess So" said the major.
"Great Spirit" continued the Indian
woman, make squaw proud of he
sons. Why Great Spirit not make som
proud of mother"
This was a poser. So l said some
what idiotically: Tell her that HI
does; only the sons show it in "a differ
ent way"
white man, like red man with {
beautiful contempt)-don't know wo
mans heart"
She put her scrawny hands on thai
organ with a superb superiority, ant
the brass rings showed conspicuously
so that the protest of a woman who wa
hungry for affection contrasted curious
ly with barbaric vanity.
The interpreter did not think much
of the interview. L don't think the
major did either But somehow it hat
a quaint charm for me. In it was tn,
complaint of the ages, and the samt
protest which has found voluminous
voice in the white sisters.
Presently the old woman was called
to the arena, and l saw her afterwart
marching across the hot spaces witt
the ponies and tent-poles, standing az
erect as that slight curvature of mater
nifty would permit, looking very grin
and resigned while the band played and
the people applauded.
All her sons We're there, pulled NJ
with pride, as fiamboyant as paint an6
feathers would make them, but this ole
squaw, who wore an imperturbed look
of resignation, had out of her old fur
rowed heart only asked for more love,
and had wondered like so many of hel
white sisters that it was so ephemeral
in the male animal.
Then the band broke out with John
ny, Get Your Gun" There was ire
mendous charge of cowboys, fusilade
of pistols, whirl of men, and l saw
that old figure toiling out of sight il
the distance with her pony and tent
poles.-N, Y. World.