Elkswatawa : $b or, The prophet of the west. A tale of the frontierFrench, James Strange
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Elkswatawa : $b or, The prophet of the west. A tale of the frontier
French, James Strange
Tippecanoe, Battle of, Ind., 1811 -- Fiction
And here the animal which was concealed within gnashed his tusks and
ran howling around the stage on which the throne was erected.
“But,” resumed the Prophet, “while the Great Spirit was sorry for his
red children, he told me how to relieve their sufferings, and make
them happy as they were before the white man came from beyond the wide
waters,—make them happy as our fathers were, when nobody could say
‘this belongs to me, that belongs to you;’ but when the fruits which
grew belonged to him who gathered them, and the red man built his
wigwam wherever he wished it.
“Brothers, listen! give me your ears while I put his words into them.
He is sorry for his red children, and wants to see them happy. He says
they must not lie, they must not steal, they must not go to war with
each other, nor with the white man—that the white man was bad to his
red brothers, and that they ought to go away and leave him—that they
ought not to trade with him, nor associate with him, nor follow his
example, but above all not to drink his whiskey—that it was poisonous
to the red man, and made him give away his lands—that what was good
for the white man was not good for the red—that they were two people,
and ought to live each after their own ways. The Spirit told me to
talk to you, to tie you together, until you were all like brothers—to
tell you that though you had different tongues, yet you were one
people—to tell you that what was good for one was good for another,
that you should think alike, and feel alike, until a wrong done one
was felt by all.
“Brothers, listen! I have now spoken to you the words of the Great
Spirit; I ask you are they good? Does he ask of you a sacrifice? No.
He promises all you wish. Obey his words as the Prophet has spoken,
and your lands shall be given back to you, so vast, that the sun shall
never go down upon them—and they shall be covered with deer and
buffalo and elk, as many in number as the leaves on the trees. The
tomahawk shall be buried, and peace like a large bird shall spread his
wings over the land—the white men shall go over the waters, and the
red men shall again be masters of the country. But, disobey him,
continue in your evil ways, and the Great Spirit will sweep you away,
and your hunting grounds will be given to the pale face.
“The Prophet has finished, you have heard the words of the Great
Spirit, and they stand as firm as the sun in the Heavens.”
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