Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1914-07-09

al HCTSe, HeeS ulo ldh puHaio al
deer.
| "An' me? wy for no die? 1t was
JUS re good luck. non plus. I was
camp TO- trade WI Red Robes band
" Lakotas, in re beeg timbaire OF re
cottonwood you call re Fremont's
Orchard. on re Scut' Platte, between
Pawnee Butte an re mout' " 20 Cache
la Poudre. Game? Non, non, non,
O few young buck, hees go out for
hunt re frs few days. but ze few who
return bring no raw meat, 'cept Were
de; ice crust " re snow cut hees laig.
But Red Robe. bees Injuns was
reech: have beaucoup horse, many,
many horse. Bon! Re trees zey grow
YER theek cen ze petit bois. an zey
max re sheltaire magniflque, max re
warm place for ze horse, non? An
for max 70 horse re belly full, squaw
sheets cut re bark tendaire " ze young
cottonwood, an shoes give for eat re
horse. So re horse hees live on re
bark, ct nous. we, Red Robe an our
Lakotas. We live on re horse, non?
Days an days she SO stay, col, an
all re worT glasee; an VILE We IN re
petit bois, we no suffaire, cen all re
plains for HUNDREDS an HUNDREDS miles.
near evairy one an all ze game hees
die of re hungaire an re col; for re
rivaire shoes few cen re plains We're
grow re tree plainly for max re
sheltaire an for eat re horse an re
game All! Mails oui, zis we learn plus
re night of re Jour de ran-w'at you
call re New Years, Non?
eft quele unit d'horreur! Wat
night for max freeze re marrow in re
bone, for since re mort win shoes
have beeg res, shoes start cen autre-
fois an blow her bes' Sapristi! max
me shivaire now to t'ink dat night.
can me, sect by re fire " ma mai
son sauvoge an t'ink merci au Sainte
Verge for save me suffaire an spare
me faim. An l swear wen winter pas
an come re spring. re travels creak-
in an re runner hees sing, max, me,
for re frs eglise an burn beaucoup
candle for escape re freeze.
Den vile so sect. vair' much at
ease, my ear catch SCUM, outside,
'mong re nearby trees, voice SCUM
lax doleur humain lax one hees suf-
faire vair' much pain. An wen, liftin'
re flap O. ma teepee door, dere On re
snow lay two fgaire. so stark an still
cen re moonlight glare, t'ink dey
move no more.
81 call mes gems an pack them cen,
an OF, OF warrior. tout squelette, an
a gal petite, hees enfant, bet. bot so
tin O. re hungaire BRAY t'ink dem
ready for max re prav'. Needer could
spike re word propaire. on'y max
groan o. re las despair. Re dog kill;
max soup for petit soupaire. for re
meat O. re horse hees 1amais tendaire;
an gotte, por gotte. leddle at time, l
treat dose Iniun LAX mo kin.
"But at re frs glance wen lay
dem dere, on tick soft robe by re
lodges fire, see, Mon Dieu! Quel
chose etrange! deys not de nous, re
Lakota Sioux, but ees Grow, qui tou-
jours nous mango! Mails oui, des en-
nemi, who fight wit re Siuox since
eternity:
evan. mebbeso two day zey lay
that way, justqu'a mortes, lie bon Dieu
salt, but Wen ze dog soup bees ate
heem all. re warrior hees talk an re
petite shoes crawl. Warrior hees tell
me of horreurs gran, how, Wen re
beeg SHOWS Ncovaire ze Ian, cen 70 wide
smooth valley call Republican Eat
geeve no shelter TO- beast or man, re
Grow camp shoes lay.
AN Wen ze mort win hees come
down, all horse hees ron It'll hees can't
be foun'; an all re young brave. lax
warriors, too, Eat try for trail. sloshin
t'ro' sleet an bin by hail, bees lost.
toujours perdu. Zen hungarie hees
come cen re lodge savage. Young
squaw she sect cen sullen rage. harg
to 20 cry " les pauvres petites VILE OF
folks chant re death-song meet An
die as zey sect an lay as zey fall, soon
re mort win hees keeled zem all, an
lodge an wickiup max re grave " all
no one hees come to save-all but
re petite an zis brave.
zen out t'ro' ze col plain hees go.
vile re sun dogs CLINT on re sheeted
snow, pacl1in' hees chill, stumblin', fall
in, weakenin' fas' til to crawl bees
come at las. but 20 crawl shoes fetch
heem by my lodge, provin' re bon D1eu
heem no lodge.
IVAN, mebbeso two week pass
away, wen, cen re evenin' time wan
day, me, go to ze council lodge. beat
re drum for call 20 tribe, beat heem
more It'll all inside. Zen, wen re beeg
pipe bees go roun', me, I spik " re
ennemii foun'. tell how hees come for
sanctuarie Dieu salt ze miles t'ro' re
coli, col air.
zen up ros' chief cen red robe
belle. an hees tell me, 'Broothaire,
you'ves done well. Arapahoe, Grow. or
false Pawnee, no Sioux can treat lax
ennemi Wen re mort win hees max
hell
AN me, spik you ze good tongue
straight. Wen I tell you mex day, at
easy gait, re Grow hees ride away on
Sioux horse to heem donnee.
"Et ce nest pas tout; Eat ees not
all: for shore as sect here by re wall,
Wen ten years pass an LIN come ici,
here for trade cen ze Laramie, re Crow
| meet an wan fine gal tall
'Brothaire,' hoes say, I remem'
baire we'll re coli, col day you help re
poor Grow on hees way; hees poor
mans zen an hees poor mans now. but
here's hees daughter, she be your
squaw!"
And lucky dog you, Nic!" Bullock
broke in. .. .-.-.......-
To which the voyageur answered.:
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