Illustrations of the manners, customs, & condition of the North American Indians, Vol. 1 (of 2): With letters and notes, written during eight years of travel and adventure among the wildest and most remarkable tribes now existingCatlin, George
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Illustrations of the manners, customs, & condition of the North American Indians, Vol. 1 (of 2): With letters and notes, written during eight years of travel and adventure among the wildest and most remarkable tribes now existing
Catlin, George
Indians of North America
A white man, to reach this village, must travel by steam-boat—by
canoes—on horseback and on foot; swim rivers—wade quagmires—fight
mosquitoes—patch his moccasins, and patch them again and again, and his
breeches; live on meat alone—sleep on the ground the whole way, and
think and dream of his friends he has left behind; and when he gets
here, half-starved, and half-naked, and more than half sick, he finds
himself a beggar for a place to sleep, and for something to eat; a
mute amongst thousands who flock about him, to look and to criticise,
and to laugh at him for his jaded appearance, and to speak of him as
they do of all white men (without distinction) as liars. These people
are in the habit of seeing no white men in their country but Traders,
and know of no other; deeming us all alike, and receiving us all under
the presumption that we come to trade or barter; applying to us all,
indiscriminately, the epithet of “liars” or Traders.
The reader will therefore see, that we mutually suffer in each other’s
estimation from the unfortunate ignorance, which distance has chained
us in; and (as I can vouch, and the Indian also, who has visited
the civilized world) that the historian who would record justly and
correctly the character and customs of a people, must go and live among
them.
LETTER—No. 12.
MANDAN VILLAGE, UPPER MISSOURI.
In my last, I gave some account of the village, and the customs, and
appearances of this strange people,—and I will now proceed to give
further details on that subject.
I have this morning, perched myself upon the top of one of the
earth-covered lodges, which I have before described, and having the
whole village beneath and about me (+plate+ 47), with its sachems—its
warriors—its dogs—and its horses in motion—its medicines (or mysteries)
and scalp-poles waving over my head—its piquets—its green fields and
prairies, and river in full view, with the din and bustle of the
thrilling panorama that is about me. I shall be able, I hope, to give
some sketches more to the life than I could have done from any effort
of recollection.
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