WHIRLING-RAPIDS TALKS
Boo-zhóo! Inspector Taylor!
I, Wah-wee-yáh-tun-ung, Chief Whirling-Rapids,
Make this talk, "big talk," for all my people
To be read
stolidly and
monotonously
with deep reso-
nant tones.
Sitting there in the pines.
I, Wah-wee-yáh-tun-ung, Chief Whirling-Rapids,
Make this talk, "big talk," for all my people
To be read
stolidly and
monotonously
with deep reso-
nant tones.
Sitting there in the pines.
In eighteen eighty-nine
The Long-Blade, Major Rice,
Called council with the Ojibways on Pine Point,
And there he made this big and pretty talk:
K'tchée-gah-mee Indians, men of the land of the Big-Water,
Today we will make a good treaty;
Go to the marked-out reservation;
Here will come no white men;
Here will ye hunt and dance in peace,
Free from all the Long-Knives."
The Long-Blade, Major Rice,
Called council with the Ojibways on Pine Point,
And there he made this big and pretty talk:
K'tchée-gah-mee Indians, men of the land of the Big-Water,
Today we will make a good treaty;
Go to the marked-out reservation;
Here will come no white men;
Here will ye hunt and dance in peace,
Free from all the Long-Knives."
Ho! Good talk! Pretty talk!
(Ho!
Ugh!
Ho! Ho!)
Ugh!
Ho! Ho!)
Ugh! Talk now of the Treaty of Pine Point!
Comes too much white man on the reservation!
Comes too much white man on the reservation!
