American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
“I believe I understand what it is that my children would know. They
think the earth is flat, but the pale-faces know that it is round. He
who travels and travels toward the setting sun would come to this very
spot, if he travelled long enough. The distance would be great, but the
end of every straight path in this world is the place of starting.”
“My brother says this. He says many curious things. I have heard a
medicine-man of his people say that the palefaces have seen their Great
Spirit, talked with him, walked with him. It is not so with us Indians.
Our Manitou speaks to us in thunder only. We are ignorant, and wish to
learn more than we now know. Has my brother ever travelled on that path
which ends where it begins? Once, on the prairies, I lost my way. There
was snow, and glad was I to find tracks. I followed the tracks. But one
traveller had passed. After walking an hour, two had passed. Another
hour, and the three had passed, Then I saw the tracks were my own, and
that I had been walking, as the squaws reason, round and round, but not
going ahead.”
“I understand my friend, but he is wrong. It is no matter which path the
lost tribes travelled to get here. The main question is, whether they
came at all. I see in the red men, in their customs, their history,
their looks, and even in their traditions, proof that they are these
Jews, once the favored people of the Great Spirit.”
“If the Manitou so well loves the Indians, why has he permitted the
pale-faces to take away their hunting-grounds? Why has he made the red
man poor, and the white man rich? Brother, I am afraid your tradition is
a lying tradition, or these things would not be so.”
“It is not given to men to understand the wisdom that cometh from above.
That which seemeth so strange to us may be right. The lost tribes had
offended God; and their scattering, and captivity, and punishment, are
but so many proofs of his displeasure. But, if lost, we have reason to
believe that one day they will be found. Yes, my children, it will be
the pleasure of the Great Spirit, one day, to restore you to the land
of your fathers, and make you again, what you once were, a great and
glorious people!”
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