| Show STORY OF THE Bishop Whipple has just published pubU bed a hook book of reminiscences ce some seme of which illustrate the manner in which craft disguised C as civilization civilisation has baa taken tak n ad advantage vantage of the simple faith the super superstitions and the business sa busin ea inexperience of the American Indians Tribe after tribe has baa been bees driven from its lt domain herded in reservations transferred from front one corral to an another another another other as the value of the lands ap appealed appealed appealed pealed to mans maits maa cupidity until when manifest destiny had bad exasperated exa them resistance was met with extermination extermination extermination tion and the chapters o of at Indian history are being written A government agent was w wa sent ent to per persuade persuade suade suad the wu among whom the bishop had been laboring to give up a arich arich rich reservation re they occupied for tor a larger tract of worthless worth Ie land The bishop loyal to his government Wend agreed to leave the agent to his task and aDd to say 7 nothing to the Indians of ot the of making the trade So the agent Cent called ed the red men together at Crow Wing and made this speech to them My Mv friends your Great Father Fath r has heard how much you have been wronged and he determined to send an honest man manto to treat with you He looked in the north the south the east and the west westan I and when he saw me ht he sad as Id There Is Isan I an honest man roan I will send him to my myhl K rod d children hl My Ny red brothers the I winds d of yn winters w have blown over my head and have silvered slivered it with gray In al all that time I have never done wrong arong U 0 0 a single singie human being As the I representative of the Great Father and andas andas andas as your friend I advise you to sign this treaty tr ty at orce oe o e Without a second of hesitation old the head chief of the Mule Male Lacs band sprang to his feet teet and said My father look at me The winds of winters have blown Mown over my head and have silvered it with gray grav But they tb y hav nt blown my brains away aw y He sat down His fellow tellow savages shouted Ho Ho Ho He HoU and the coun council council cil was over oyer But a stew few years later an agent arent a D went among the chiefs with a plentiful sup supply supply supply ply of ot firewater The warriors became b helpless as women They signed Biped a treaty In a few more years the terms were made known to them They were for forcibly forcibly forcibly removed to the barren land lan The black smoke of civilization civilisation where once the blue Smoke moke curled up upwards upwards wards from their lodges And be benevolent benevolent benevolent assimilation aSt had done dODe its I I work I j |
