The Appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. ;) 1889-19??, 1898-10-15

u .:=-..-s-GEs, ana urun1nS al rnunorono1.s
song of triumph. And all around them,
their ponies grazed, while buffalo per-
haps doomed to be the mainstay of some
future feast, $olemnly watched them from
the dream city by the lagoon caught the
sunset light.
After the dance, three of the chiefs
were introduced, Man-Wh -Went-to War,
Big Brake and Grey Eagle. Gray Eagle
Is q young chief and very handsome; and
the master of ceremonies remarked that
the girls had a good deal to do with
Gray Eagles election" which would i'm
ply that human nature is still very
human, even when the sex is supposed
TO be most truly subjugated. Gray Eagle
must have understood English, for he sun
pressed smile and shot a glance at the
squaWs near us, who promptly giggled.
Big Brave in one battle with a warning
tribe killed nine warriors Or, to use the
archers words, "he had nine scalps to
his credit"
observation-disclosures was a splendid
looking brave, with face of the tradi-
tional melancholy and dignity of the In
dlan. He listened as the archer described
the part which he took in the Custer mas
sacre. ManWho-W ent- tO-War saws that
after the first charge when Custer found
the force against him and gave back the
Indians would have retired. They did not
want to kill Custer, who was esteemed
among them as brave man: but when
custer charged again, they became angry
'and in that one wild charge up the hill,
they killed every soldier"
Wnen the archer had made an end he
turned to Mari t-to-War, expect
Ing him to retire; instead, the Indian burst
into an ir1passioned flood of oratory in his
own tongue. The white audience politely
md fh1
that Man-Who-We nt-to-War had said
that it was all right for the white man
to have this country, but that, seeing that
the white man had come to his country
from across the seas where he had not
had room enough to live, he might at least
allow his red brother standing room, here,
as much room as he had left in the old
land. He says he would like some time
to talk to you about three hours ON these
SUBJECTS said the archer and there was
laugh. Yet there was a touch of pathcs
in the attitude of the lonely old warrior
of doomed race s>ho fought until fight
ing was hopeless; and, now. in strange
land among his alien foes, is only part
OF an idle shcw. -: '-~-"-
had an interview of my own with Big
Brave. I met him on the plaza near
candy stand. I said: How" because I
understand from the novels that such is
the polite salutation for an Indian. He re-
Piled. rather to my surprise, simply, Yes
ma'am.'
'"Do you speak English" said I.
He shook his head. '.How yep said
he; and he smiled affably.
''Would you like some candy?" said I.
Yes ma'aua," said he.
I bought him some candy, which he
shared with the others. Then, through
the interpreter, he asked my name, and
extended his hands with a speech in In
w oi,,
have understood. And then we parted.
But when he saw me again ON the ground
he said, "How yep in friendly fashion
AS this is the extent of my personal
intercourse with the unfortunate red men
do not feel equal to any moral redec-
tons. So far, however, as we saw them,
they seemed to have politeness of their
own. They were quiet and distinctly
friendly. At night we saw the Apache
medicine dancer It would be hard to ina
agine a wilder scene. Great fires of wood
built into cones were blazing, and about
them leaped the masked and naked forms
of the Indians, their heads surmounted
by the huge painted crosses Of the "medi-
cine" All about them on the grass were
dark forms of Indians, men, women and
children. A warrior sat near me, holding
his baby boy and talking at intervals to
his wife, who sat near with an older
child He might have been an American
1dLAoI LUZ oily tuAIlS III IlleS 1IlIUldt1OH ana
gesture. His wife laughed over some
thing he said, just as her pale-face sister
who belongs to women's club and
doesn't mind keeping her lord waiting,
might laugh. And the dark head of the
feathers and the dark face with its war
paint was bent over the child and the
little form was carefully shifted, quite
as if he were white father and loved
his little boy.
am told by those who know the Indian
best that he has warm family affections.
That night was disposed to believe the
story.
The Indian encampment Is to grow
more interesting all the time. There is
to be a succession of the great traditional
Indian feasts. and the tribes themselves
are becoming excited and eager to cele-
brate them on a large scale. The famous
the Blackfeet the ghost dances, the med
icine dances are only few Of the spec
tacles that will be given. To a student,
however, the keenest interest will attach
to the Indians daily life and industry,
and such an opportunity to study it first
hand has never been given and never can
be given agar. DOL work. the
farm work. TIE rude beginnings of manu-
facture, these will be on exhibition. And,
at the same time, the ca): see from ten to
twenty tribes, as different from each
other as Americans are different from
Cubans, or Turks from Frenchmen, who
will live together with the doors open.
An Eastern friend writes to me, lis
the Omaha exposition worth a journey
from the seaboard?" I answered her,
the journey Octave Thanet.