Illustrations of the manners, customs, & condition of the North American Indians, Vol. 2 (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. 2 (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
On our way to this place, my English companion and myself were arrested
by a rascally band of the Sioux, and held in _durance vile_, for having
dared to approach the sacred _fountain of the pipe_! While we had
halted at the trading-hut of “Le Blanc,” at a place called _Traverse
des Sioux_, on the St. Peters river, and about 150 miles from the Red
Pipe, a murky cloud of dark-visaged warriors and braves commenced
gathering around the house, closing and cramming all its avenues, when
one began his agitated and insulting harangue to us, announcing to us
in the preamble, that we were prisoners, and could not go ahead. About
twenty of them spoke in turn; and we were doomed to sit nearly the
whole afternoon, without being allowed to speak a word in our behalf,
until they had all got through. We were compelled to keep our seats
like culprits, and hold our tongues, till all had brandished their
fists in our faces, and vented all the threats and invective which
could flow from Indian malice, grounded on the presumption that we had
come to trespass on their dearest privilege,—their religion.
There was some allowance to be made, and some excuse, surely, for the
rashness of these poor fellows, and we felt disposed to pity, rather
than resent, though their _unpardonable stubbornness_ excited us
almost to desperation. Their superstition was sensibly touched, for we
were persisting, in the most peremptory terms, in the determination
to visit this, their greatest medicine (mystery) place; where, it
seems, they had often resolved no white man should ever be allowed to
go. They took us to be “officers sent by Government to see what this
place was worth,” &c. As “this red stone was a part of their flesh,”
it would be sacrilegious for white man to touch or take it away—“a
hole would be made in their flesh, and the blood could never be made
to stop running.” My companion and myself were here in a _fix_, one
that demanded the use of every energy we had about us; astounded at
so unexpected a rebuff, and more than ever excited to go ahead, and
see what was to be seen at this strange place; in this emergency, we
mutually agreed to go forward, even if it should be at the hazard
of our lives; we heard all they had to say, and then made our own
speeches—and at length had our horses brought, which we mounted and
rode off without further molestation; and having arrived upon this
interesting ground, have found it quite equal in interest and beauty to
our sanguine expectations, abundantly repaying us for all our trouble
in traveling to it.
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