By Black Hawk
Black
Hawk is an Indian. He has done nothing for which an Indian ought to be ashamed.
He has fought for his countrymen, the squaws and papooses, against white men, who came, year after
year, to cheat them and take away their lands. You know the cause of our making
war. It is known to all white men. They ought to be ashamed of it. The white
men despise the Indians, and drive them from their homes. But the Indians are
not deceitful. The white men speak bad of the Indian, and look at him
spitefully. But the Indian does not tell lies; Indians do not steal.
An Indian, who is as bad as the white
men, could not live in our nation; he would be put to death, and eaten up by
the wolves. The white men are bad schoolmasters; they carry false looks, and
deal in false actions; they smile in the face of the poor Indian to cheat him;
they shake them by the hand to gain their confidence, to make them drunk, to
deceive them, and ruin our wives. We told them to let us alone, and keep away
from us; but they followed on, and beset our paths, and they coiled themselves
among us, like the snake. They poisoned us by their touch. We were not safe. We
lived in danger. We were becoming like them, hypocrites and liars, adulterers,
lazy drones, all talkers, and no workers.
We looked up to the Great Spirit. We
went to our great father. We were encouraged. His great council gave us fair
words and big promises; but we got no satisfaction. Things were growing worse.
There were no deer in the forest. The opossum and beaver were fled; the springs
were drying up, and our squaws and papooses without victuals to keep them from
starving; we called a great council, and built a large fire. The spirit of our
fathers arose and spoke to us to avenge our wrongs or die. We all spoke before
the council fire. It was warm and pleasant. We set up the war-whoop, and dug up
the tomahawk; our knives were ready, and the heart of Black Hawk swelled high
in his bosom, when he led his warriors to battle. He is satisfied. He will go
to the world of spirits contented. He has done his duty. His father will meet
him there, and commend him.
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