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Updated: June 23, 2025
As long as I spoke, the deepest silence reigned over the whole assembly; but as soon as I sat down, and began smoking, there was a general movement, which showed me that I had made an impression. The old great chief rose, however, and the murmurs were hushed. He spoke: "Owato Wanisha has spoken. I have heard. It was a strange vision, a beautiful dream.
"Owato Wanisha, we met as strangers, we part as friends. Tell your young warriors you have been among the Comanches, and that we would like to know them. "Farewell, young chief, with a pale face and an Indian heart; the earth be light to thee and thine. I have said: young brother, farewell." The tears stood in our eyes as gallantly the band wheeled round.
This did not prevent me from being highly complimented; henceforward Owato Wanisha was a warrior. The next day I left the boat-house with my own party, I mean the seven of us who had come from Monterey. Being all well mounted, we shortly reached the settlement, from which I had been absent more than three months. Events had turned out better than I had anticipated.
He will become a great warrior among the Arrapahoes. So wish our prophets. I obey the will of the prophets and of the nation." "But," answered I, "my Manitou will not hear me if I am a slave. The Pale-face Manitou has ears only for free warriors. He will not lend me his fires unless space and time be my own." The chief interrupted me: "Owato Wanisha is not a slave, nor can he be one.
On my return I was therefore admitted as a chief, with the Indian name Owato Wanisha, or "spirit of the beaver," as appropriate to my cunning and address. To obtain the rank of a warrior chief, it was absolutely requisite that I had distinguished myself on the field of battle. Before I continue my narration, I must say a little more relative to the missionaries, who were my instructors.
Learn his name, so that you may tell your children that they have a friend in Owato Wanisha. He is a chief among the tribe of our great-grandfathers, he is a chief, though he is very, very young." At this moment all the warriors came, one after the other, to shake hands with me, and when this ceremony was terminated, the chief resumed his discourse.
It is probable that the scene had been prepared beforehand by the excellent chief who wished to introduce us to his warriors under advantageous circumstances. He waved his hand to claim attention, and spoke again. "It is now twelve moons, it is more I met Owato Wanisha and his two brothers.
"I am old and feeble; I am tired, arise, my grandson Owato Wanisha; speak to my warriors; tell them the wishes of the Great Spirit. I have spoken." Thus called upon, I advanced to the place which the chief had left vacant, and spoke in my turn: "Shoshones, fathers, brothers, warriors, I am a Pale-face, but you know all my heart is a Shoshone's. I am young, but no more a child.
The Comanches even now have a Shoshone heart, a Shoshone tongue. Owato Wanisha has been with them; he says they are friends, and have not forgotten that they are the children of the Great Serpent.
"Owato Wanisha, we met as strangers, we part as friends. Tell your young warriors you have been among the Comanches, and that we would like to know them. "Farewell, young chief, with a pale face and an Indian heart; the earth be light to thee and thine. I have said: young brother, farewell." The tears stood in our eyes as gallantly the band wheeled round.
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