Adventures of the Ojibbeway and Ioway Indians in England, France, and Belgium; Vol. 2 (of 2): being Notes of Eight Years' Travels and Residence in Europe with his North American Indian CollectionCatlin, George
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Adventures of the Ojibbeway and Ioway Indians in England, France, and Belgium; Vol. 2 (of 2): being Notes of Eight Years' Travels and Residence in Europe with his North American Indian Collection
Catlin, George
England -- Description and travel; France -- Description and travel; Indians of North America
Yesterday, as you well know, for you brought them to visit me,
I saw the fourteen Ioway Indians. I shook hands with each,
and told them, through the interpreter, that red men were my
friends. I looked at them, as they were seated in a half-circle
in my drawing-room, immoveable as statues, and magnificently
dressed in their own costume, with astonishment. I had never
seen a spectacle so imposing. At my request, you presented
them to me separately--first the men, and then the women and
children--and I gave each a small present, for which they were
so thankful. At parting, the War-chief stood before me and made
a speech, thanking me for my kindness to them, which they should
long recollect, and saying, "that, although we should meet no
more in this world, yet he hoped the Great Spirit would make us
meet in the next." The action of the chief was free and natural,
and most graceful; far superior to anything I ever saw. Indeed,
these people are the nobility of nature.
I am, my dear Sir, your very obliged and very respectful
CATHERINE HUTTON.
The chief here stopped, and, shaking her hand again, withdrew. The
excellent lady was overwhelmed in tears, and called to her maid,
"Betty, bring all the silver that I left in the drawer there; bring the
whole of it and divide it among them; my eyes are so weak that I cannot
see it--give it to them, dear creatures! May God bless their dear
souls!" Such had been the meeting, and such were her parting words as
we came away.
The Indians continued to speak in terms of the greatest admiration of
this kind old lady, and the certainty that they should never see her
face again made them for some days contemplative and sad. They had many
civilities extended to them in town, however, which were calculated to
dissipate melancholy and contemplation. Their repeated visits to the
house and the table of Doctor Percy were exceedingly pleasing to them,
where they were amused with experiments in electricity and galvanism,
and other chemical results, to them new, and far beyond the reach of
their comprehensions.
Their days and nights were now passing away very pleasantly, visited
by and visiting so many kind friends, doing all they could to make
them happy--giving their nightly amusements at the Shakspearian
Rooms, and enjoying the society and western jokes of their old friend
_Bobasheela_, and, after their dinners and suppers, their other old
friend, _chickabobboo_.
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