, 1904-04-07
SITTING BULL
His Speech Before the Sioux Common
Council.

The following speech of Sitting Bull
has been specially translated and re-
ported by our Indian editor, who is al
so wholesale and retail dealer in de-
ceased languages, and general agent
for homemade Sioux rhetoric and
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Warriors and war-scarred veterans
of the frontier: Once more the war
path is overgrown with bunch grass,
and the tomahawk slumbers in the
wigwam of the red man. Grim-visaged
war has given place to the piping times
of peace. The cold Il cruel winter
is upon us. 1t has been upon us for
some time.
THE wall OF departed spirits is on
the night wind and the wall of the man
with the chilbiain answers back from
the warriors wigwam.
Children of the forest we are few.
| Where once the shrill war-whoop Of
the chieftain collected our tribe like
the leaves of the forest, l might now
yell till the COWS come home without
bringing out a quorum.
I'VE are fading away before the
march of the paleface. and sinking into
oblivion like the snowflake on the bo-
som of the Sinking Water.
warriors, | am the iast OF a mighty
race. We were a race of Chieftains.
Alas, We vii. soon be gone. The Bull
family will o o pass from the face
of the earth. Ole is gone. Inc John
is failing. and | don't feel very well
myself. We are the victims Of the
paleface. and our lands are taken
away.
"A few more sun n the civil
~ization. and valley tan. and handmade
sour mash, and horse liniment of the
paleface will have done their deadly
work.
Our quaws and pappooses are
scattered to the four winds of heaven.
and we are left desolate.
Where is Temp
est? Where is NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
| With-the-Peeled-No-e?
Where is Victoria Regina Del Ora
cha Sitting Bull? Where is Knock
Kneed Chemiloon? Where are Sway
Back Sue and Meek-Eyed Government
Socks?
'Thaxy havn c1pl. hanaoth tho hro.
waters of the goggle-eyed Caucasian.
They have succumbed to the delirium
triangles. n when l call them they
come not. They do not hear my voice.
Their means are heard upon the still
night air. and they cry for revenge.
Look at the sad remnant Oh the fam
lily of Sitting Bull your chief. One
sore-eyed squaw is left alone. Her
face is furrowed DER with the famine
of many winters, and her nose is only
the ruin of its former greatness. Her
moccasins are worn out, and the SOL
der pants she wear are too long Tor
her. She also is drunk. She is not
as drunk as she car get, but she is
hopeful and ~persevering. She has al
SO learned to lie like the white man.
She is now an easy, extemporaneous
liar. When we gather about the camp
fire and enact out untutored lies in
the cleaning, Lucretia Borgia Show
hogan Sitting Bull, with the inspira-
ton OF six fingers Of agency coffin var
nish, proceeds to tell the prize prevar-
~ication, and then the house %adjourns.
and nothing can be heard but the muf-
fled tread Of the agercy corn beef, 6 o
ing out to get some fresh air. Lucretia
Borgia is also becoming slovenly. 1t
Is evening. and yet she has not donned
her evening dress. Her black hair
is unkempt, and her front hair is un-
bung. Pretty soon l will take a tom
akawk and bang it for her. She seems
respondent and hopeless. AS she
leans against the trunk of a mighty
oak and scratches her back, you can