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How! Call all my chiefs together— Makpialutah, Red Cloud wants 'em: Shunkalutah, him the Red Dog; Brave Bear, Montaohetekah; Setting Bear, Maktohutakah; Rock Bear, Live Bear, Long Bear, Short Bear, Little Bear, Yellow Bear, and Bear Skin, Keyalutah, Red Fly—Shoo Fly! Dahsanowee, White Cow Rattler, Pahgee, Shunkmonetoohakah, Shatonsapah, Maktohashena, Kokepah, Ocklehelutah, Newakohnkechaksaheuntah, Whoop! haloo! Yahoo! Halooooooooo! |
(Sudden rush of warriors on all sides with war-whoop, flourish of tomahawks, and inexplicable dumb show.]
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Ugh! What now would have the White Man? Sell he swindle, rum, fire-water, We will sell him Fear in plenty. What would have Great Cloud, our father, He the Smoke-nose, he the Big Fish? They not cheat us, we not murder. Pale-faces like the leaves of forests: Many squaws with paint and feathers— None like Makochawyuntaker, The World-looker, wife of Black Hawk. Much skull, but few scalp in Congress. Talk much—very great tongue-warriors. Tomahawk could end the tongue-fight. Hrumph! I like not these pale-faces, Makpialutah mourns for battle, Red Cloud thirsts for blood of Pawnees, Red Cloud cries for scalp of white men, Red Cloud angers the Great Spirit, Red Cloud trembles for the War Dance! Ugh! Hrumph! How! Whoop, whoop, haloooooo! |
[The Conference of Chiefs, after an uproar of shrill and guttural sounds, break: up with the favorite can-can of the Sioux.]
A Pleasant Prospect.
The Massachusetts editors, who are shortly to meet in convention at Boston, are threatened with three distressing courtesies, viz: a concert on the Big Organ, a visit to the School Ship, and a banquet in Fanuil Hall. They have our sincerest condolences.
