Show A TUSCABORA WELCOME An Address That Might Hare Been Spoken but Was Not The Tomahawk ot the Geutlo Sarnses of Utah Buried with the Decapltatlvo BattleAxe of Acllni I is known to our city readers that the Tribune on Tuesday morning published what purported to be a special dispatch from Chicago stating that Vice President Stevenson had departed from that city en route for the Pacific coast and that he would make a short stay in Salt Lake Without any contrary information the other city papers had editorial articles referring to the circumstance and expressing ex-pressing the sincere gratification of our people Preparations for a grand reception recep-tion were considered THE HERALD is i permitted to publish an address of welcome I wel-come by a prominent member of theTns carora society that might have been delivered de-livered but for the fact that the Tribunes special like so many others printed in that paper was untrue Following is the address Great father The tomahawk of the Tuscarora is buried with the axe of Adlai In the name of the red man who pierces the trackless forest who wanders the dreary mountain path and who is acquiring the habits and multitudinous insects of civilization we bid you welcome wel-come comeIn the name of the red brother who trades his wigwam and his scalping knife for all the disgusting diseases that the proud pale face has to bestow we bid i you welcome I Fifty years ago the Utahs and the Uintahs dressed in the hide of the deer or a dirty breechcloth according to the season sea-son They ate the food of the chase drank from the mountain spring or floated on the wave of the Great Salt Lake in whose brine they cured the meat of the buffalo and the elk Today their daughters daugh-ters wear cavalry trousers and buy their bacon at Lannans market while the untutored mind of the poor Indian has cultivated a taste for firewater that is as impulsive as the waters that tumble down from Cottonwood canyon He stops where the red figure of his forefathers forms an emblem of traffic and invests in a plug of navy tobacco or a package of Sweet Caporal wholly unconscious uncon-scious of the policy game going on in the rear rearIn yonder White City lashed by the billows of the lake the caravels of Spain have just been borne to remind the world of how Columbus reached the shores where only the red man lived while the Choctaws of the Indian nation are disputing with Hoke a descendant of John Smith in regard to the reserved rights of the interior department But yesterday ScarFaced Charley and SnackNasty Jim together with ManNjtAfraidofHisCocktail scalped and burned and pillaged from the lava beds where rolls the Oregon to the big mounds of Nebraska whilst now the pigeontoed descendants of Pocahontas squat round the reservation dressed in plug hats and wagon covers or disport in the noon sun in decollete overalls their dark flowing tresses braided with blackberry black-berry leaves and alfalfa The torture stakes of the Wasatch are made into crossties cross-ties on the Union Pacific or mark the spot where the Saltair short line had its latest tussle with the Salt Lake city fathers Where the solemn tumtum of the stretched panther hide lent its cadences ca-dences to the weird ghostdance there come from the precincts of Franklin avenue the dullset strains of Tarrara boomdeay No longer with his herd roams the buffalo bull and the stae no more at eve drinks his fill in Parleys canyon The sage hen and the quail are driven from their grassy lairs and the only game not interfered with by the authorities is that of the seductive sport with the blazing shirt front and checkered pantaloons I is a cold day for the aborigine What has the great father done for the Tuscarora Left out of the wigwam at Chicago he has suffered from cold feet and icy shivers along the backbone In 4 > Vn n nhnnr + VlOTQ c Tin fl f anti fl l flu u r nne shades thicken he is scooting into the I hazel thickets of the past clad only in the linen duster of recollection or the mantle of vain regrets Nevertheless 0 axswinger and deputy great father we welcome you to these cool retreats and soft skies bidding you to eat of our green skiesl corn and luscious fruits so that you may take away kind thoughts and your future dreams may be of this fruitful i not altogether alto-gether peaceful valley |