Hesperothen; Notes from the West, Vol. 2 (of 2): A Record of a Ramble in the United States and Canada in the Spring and Summer of 1881Russell, William Howard, Sir
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Hesperothen; Notes from the West, Vol. 2 (of 2): A Record of a Ramble in the United States and Canada in the Spring and Summer of 1881
Russell, William Howard, Sir
United States -- Description and travel
Robert American Horse has finished painting are to be sent to Oregon
and Washington Territories." It is sometimes difficult to make out
the meaning of the little prattle which these small people commit to
the uncertain medium of the English tongue; but, on the whole, it is
a most interesting and curious study. In one respect these children
of the forest possess that which civilisation seems rather to dwarf
amongst men of the highest culture and imagination--a certain stately
eloquence and nobility of expression, in which natural images abound,
and allegory and metaphor consort together in excellent and tasteful
union. In a paper called 'Eadle Keatah Toh,' which seems to have been
the precursor of the 'School News,' there is an interesting report
from the Committee on Indian Affairs to the House of Representatives,
submitted by Mr. Pound. The motto of the paper is "God helps those
who help themselves"; but surely it might be better put that God will
help those who seek to do good to the unfortunate Indians, who in
contact with civilisation are rendered utterly helpless, and who in
their attempts to help themselves according to the manner of the race
must meet with nothing but extinction. From time to time there are
notices of deaths. One would like to know who wrote the account of the
"death of John Renville, son of Gabriel Renville, Chief of the Sisseton
Sioux." After noticing the circumstances under which he contracted his
fatal illness--fever, produced by drinking water at a spring on a hot
day on a march to the camp in Perry County, the writer says:--"'Death
loves a shining mark,' the poet sang long ago; and in the passing away
of John Renville from our school we sadly say, how truthfully the poet
sang.... Through all the days of his sickness his large sorrowful eyes
had a far-away wondering look, no pain marred the beauty of his brow,
and his voice as he addressed his sister, who tenderly watched over
him, was like the trumpet warbling of some mournful bird. Our hearts
follow the father in deep sympathy as he bears back the body of his
beautiful boy to the land of the Dakotas for burial."
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