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Bridles, Are Braided with The Hair Of Thy People, Perhaps Of Thy
Brothers. Take Thy 'Shoba-Wapo' (Fire-Water), And Give It To Drink To
Thy Warriors, That We May See Them Raving and Tumbling Like Swine.
Silence, And Away With Thee. Our Squaws Will Follow Ye On Your Trail For
A Mile, To Burn Even The Grass Ye Have Trampled upon Near Our Village.
Away With You All, Now And For Ever! I Have Said!!!"
The American Force Was Numerous And Well Armed, And A Moment, A Single
Moment, Deeply Wounded by These Bitter Taunts, They Looked as If They
Would Fight And Die To Resent The Insult; But It Was Only A Transient
Feeling; For They Had Their Orders, And They Went Away, Scorned and
Humiliated. Perhaps, Too, An Inward Voice Whispered to Them That They
Deserved their Shame And Humiliation; Perhaps The Contrast Of Their
Conduct With That Of The Savages Awakened in them Some Better Feeling,
Which Had A Long Time Remained dormant, And They Were Now Disgusted with
Themselves And Their Odious Policy.
As It Was, They Departed in silence, And The Last Of Their Line Had
Vanished under The Horizon Before The Indians Could Smother The
Indignation And Resentment Which The Strangers Had Excited within Their
Hearts. Days, However, Passed away, And With Them The Recollection Of
The Event. Afterwards, I Chanced to Meet, In the Arkansas, With The
Colonel Who Commanded. He Was Giving a Very Strange Version Of His
Expedition; And As I Heard Facts So Distorted, I Could Not Help
Repeating To Myself The Words Of Auku-Wonze-Zee, "The Oposh-Ton-Ehoc Is
A Double-Tongued liar!"
Chapter XXIIIOne Morning, Roche, Gabriel, And Myself Were Summoned to The Great
Council Lodge; There We Met With The Four Comanches Whom We Had Rescued
Some Days Before, And It Would Be Difficult To Translate From Their
Glowing Language Their Warm Expressions Of Friendship And Gratitude. We
Learned from Them, That Before The Return Of The Cayugas From The
Prairie They Had Concealed themselves In some Crevices Of The Earth
Until Night, When They Contrived to Seize Upon Three Of The Horses, And
Effect Their Escape. At The Passage Of The Great Chasm They Had Found
The Old Red sash Of Roche, Which They Produced, Asking at The Same Time
Permission To Keep It As A Token From Their Pale-Face Brothers. We Shook
Hands And Exchanged pipes. How Noble And Warm Is An Indian In
His Feelings.
In The Lodge We Also Perceived our Friend Of Former Days, "Opishka
Koaki" (The White Raven); But As He Was About To Address The Assembly,
We Restrained from Renewing Our Acquaintance, And Directed all Our
Attention To What Was Transacting. After The Ordinary Ceremonies,
Opishka Koaki Commenced:--
"Warriors, I Am Glad You Have So Quickly Understood My Messages; But
When Does A Comanche Turn His Back On Receiving The Vermilion From His
Chief? Never! You Know I Called you For War, And You Have Come. 'Tis
Well. Yet, Though I Am A Chief, I Am A Man. I May Mistake; I May Now And
Then Strike A Wrong Path. I Will Do Nothing, Attempt Nothing, Without
Knowing The Thoughts Of My Brave Warriors. Then Hear Me!
"There Live Under The Sun A Nation Of Reds-Kins, Whose Men Are Cowards,
Never Striking an Enemy But When His Back Is Turned, Or When They Number
A Hundred to One. This Nation Crawls In the Prairies About The Great
Chasms; They Live Upon Carrion, And Have No Other Horses But Those They
Can Steal From The Deer-Hearted watchinangoes. Do My Warrior? Know Such
A People? Let Them Speak! I Hear!"
At That Moment A Hundred voices Shouted the Name Of Cayugas.
"I Knew It!" Exclaimed the Chief, "There Is But One Such A People With A
Red skin; My Warriors Are Keen-Sighted, They Cannot Be Mistaken. Now, We
Comanches Never Take The Scalp Of A Cayuga Any More Than That Of A
Hedge-Hog; We Kick Them Out Of Our Way When They Cross Our Path; That'S
All. Hear Me, My Braves, And Believe Me, Though I Will Speak Strange
Words: These Reptiles Have Thought That Because We Have Not Killed them
As Toads And Scorpions, It Was Because We Were Afraid Of Their Poison.
One Thousand Cayugas, Among Other Prisoners, Have Taken Eight Comanches;
They Have Eaten Four Of Them, They Would Have Eaten Them All, But The
Braves Escaped; They Are Here. Now, Is An Impure Cayuga A Fit Tomb For
The Body Of A Comanche Warrior? No! I Read The Answer In your Burning
Eyes. What Then Shall We Do? Shall We Chastise Them And Give Their
Carcases To The Crows And Wolves? What Say My Warriors; Let Them Speak?
Speak? I Hear?"
All Were Silent, Though It Was Evident That Their Feelings Had Been
Violently Agitated. At Last, An Old Chief Rose And Addressed opishka:--
"Great Chief," Said He, "Why Askest Thou? Can A Comanche And Warrior
Think In any Way But One? Look At Them! See You Not Into Their Hearts?
Perceive You Not How Fast The Blood Runs Into Their Veins? Why Ask? I
Say; Thou Knowest Well Their Hearts' Voice Is But The Echo Of Thine Own.
Say But A Word, Say, 'Let Us Go The Cayugas!' Thy Warriors Will Answer:
'We Are Ready, Show Us The Path!' Chief Of A Mighty Nation, Thou Hast
Heard My Voice, And In my Voice Are Heard The Thousand Voices Of Thy
Thousand Warriors."
Opishka Koaki Rose Again. "I Knew It, But I Wanted to Hear It, For It
Does My Heart Good; It Makes Me Proud To Command So Many Brave Warriors.
Then To-Morrow We Start, And We Will Hunt The Cayugas Even To The
Deepest Of Their Burrows. I Have Said!"
Then The Four Rescued prisoners Recounted how They Had Been Taken, And
What Sufferings They Had Undergone. They Spoke Of Their Unfortunate
Companions And Of Their Horrible Fate, Which They Should Have Also
Shared had It Not Been For The Courage Of The Three Pale-Face Brothers,
Who Killed five Cayugas, And Cut Their Bonds; They Themselves Killed
Five More Of Their Cowardly Foes And Escaped, But Till To-Day They Had
Had No Occasion Of Telling To Their Tribe The Bravery And Generosity Of
The Three Pale-Faces.
At This Narrative All The Warriors, Young And Old, Looked as Though They
Were Personally Indebted to Us, And Would Have Come, One And All, To
Shake Our Hands, Had It Not Been For The Inviolable Rules Of The Council
Lodge, Which Forbids Any Kind Of Disorder. It Is Probable That The Scene
Had Been Prepared beforehand By The Excellent Chief, Who Wished to
Introduce Us To His Warriors Under Advantageous Circumstances. He Waved
His Hand To Claim Attention, And Spoke Again.
"It Is Now Twelve Moons, It Is More! I Met Owato Wanisha And His Two
Brothers. He Is A Chief Of The Great Shoshones, Who Are Our
Grandfathers, Far--Far Under The Setting Of The Sun Beyond The Big
Mountains. His Two Brothers Are Two Great Warriors From Powerful Nations
Far In the East And Beyond The Sioux, The Chippewas Beyond The
'Oposh-Ton-Ehoc[20],' Even Beyond The Deep Salt-Water. One Is A
'Shakanah' (Englishman), The Other A 'Naimewa' From The
'Maha-Mate-Kosh-Ehoj' (An Exile From The French). They Are Good And They
Are Brave: They Have Learned wisdom From The 'Macota Konayas' (Priests),
And Owato Wanisha Knows How To Build Strong Forts, Which He Can Better
Defend Than The Watchinangoes Have Defended theirs. I Have Invited him
And His Brother To Come And Taste The Buffalo Of Our Prairies, To Ride
Our Horses, And Smoke The Calumet Of Friendship. They Have Come, And
Will Remain With Us Till We Ourselves Go To The Big Stony River (The
Colorado Of The West). They Have Come; They Are Our Guests; The Best We
Can Command Is Their Own Already; But They Are Chiefs And Warriors. A
Chief Is A Chief Everywhere. We Must Treat Them As Chiefs, And Let Them
Select A Band Of Warriors For Themselves To Follow Them Till They Go
Away From Us.
[Footnote 20: Americans.]
"You Have Heard What Our Scouts Have Said; They Would Have Been Eaten By
The Cayugas, Had It Not Been For Our Guests, Who Have Preserved not Only
The Lives Of Four Men--That Is Nothing--But The Honour Of The Tribe. I
Need say No More; I Know My Young Men; I Know My Warriors; I Know They
Will Love The Strangers As Chiefs And Brothers. I Have Said."
Having Thus Spoken, He Walked slowly Out Of The Lodge, Which Was
Immediately Deserted for The Green Lawn Before The Village. There We
Were Sumptuously Entertained by All The Principal Chiefs And Warriors Of
The Tribe, After Which They Conducted us To A New Tent, Which They Had
Erected for Us In the Middle Of Their Principal Square. There We Found
Also Six Magnificent Horses, Well Caparisoned, Tied to The Posts Of The
Tent; They Were The Presents Of The Chiefs. At A Few Steps From The Door
Was An Immense Shield, Suspended upon Four Posts, And On Which A Beaver,
The Head Of An Eagle, And The Claws Of A Bear Were Admirably
Painted--The First Totem For Me, The Second For Gabriel, And The Third
For Roche. We Gratefully Thanked our Hospitable Hosts, And Retired to
Rest In our Rich And Elegant Dwelling.
The Next Morning We Awoke Just In time To Witness The Ceremony Of
Departure; A War Party, Already On Horseback, Was Waiting For Their
Chief. At The Foot Of Our Shield Were One Hundred lances, Whose Owners
Belonged to The Family And Kindred of The Indians Whom We Had Rescued
From The Cayugas. A Few Minutes Afterwards, The Owners Of The Weapons
Appeared in the Square, Well Mounted and Armed, To Place Themselves At
Our Entire Disposal. We Could Not Put Our Authority To A Better Use Than
By Joining Our Friends In their Expedition, So When The Chief Arrived,
Surrounded by The Elders Of The Tribe, Gabriel Advanced towards Him.
"Chief," He Said, "And Wise Men Of A Brave Nation, You Have Conferred
Upon Us A Trust Of Which We Are Proud. To Owato Wanisha, Perhaps, It Was
Due, For He Is Mighty In his Tribe; But I And The Shakanah Are No
Chiefs. We Will Not Decline Your Favour, But We Must Deserve It. The
Young Beaver Will Remain In the Village, To Learn The Wisdom Of Your Old
Men, But The Eagle And The Bear Must And Will Accompany You In your
Expedition. You Have Given Them Brave Warriors, Who Would Scorn To
Remain At Home; We Will Follow You."
This Proposition Was Received with Flattering acclamations, And The
Gallant Army Soon Afterwards Left The Village On Its Mission Of Revenge.
The Cayugas Were, Before That Expedition, A Powerful Tribe, About Whom
Little Or Nothing Had Ever Been Written Or Known. In their Customs And
Manners Of Living They Resemble In every Way The Club Indians Of The
Colorado, Who Were Destroyed by The Small-Pox. They Led a Wandering
Prairie Life, But Generally Were Too Cowardly To Fight Well, And Too
Inexpert In hunting To Surround Themselves With Comforts, Even In the
Midst Of Plenty. Like The Clubs, They Are Cannibals, Though, I Suspect,
They Would Not Eat A White Man. They Have But Few Horses, And These Only
When They Could Be Procured by Stealth, For, Almost Always Starving,
They Could Not Afford To Breed them, Always Eating The Colts Before They
Could Be Useful.
Their Grounds Lie In the Vicinity Of The Great Fork Of The Rio Puerco,
By Lat. 35 Degrees And Long. 105 Degrees From Greenwich. The Whole
Nation Do Not Possess Half-A-Dozen Of Rifles, Most All Of Them Being
Armed with Clubs, Bows, And Arrows. Some Old Comanches Have Assured me
That The Cayuga Country Abounds With Fine Gold.
While I Was With The Comanches, Waiting The Return Of The Expedition, I
Had An Accident Which Nearly Cost Me My Life. Having Learned that There
Were Many Fine Basses To Be Fished in a Stream Some Twenty Miles Off, I
Started on Horseback, With The View Of Passing The Night There. I Took
With Me A Buffalo-Hide, A Blanket, And A
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