Daily National Intelligencer

Essex Register.

INDIAN ELOQUENCE.

On the night of the 14th July the Black Buffalo, principal Chief of the Teton tribe of Indians departed this life at Portage Des Sioux. The succeeding day he was solemnly interred with the honors of war. Robert Wash, Esq. Secretary to the commissioners, has furnished the following speech delivered over the grave by the Big Elk, Maha Chief It is truly eloquent, and is a high evidence that genius of the most brilliant description is no confined to the civilised world. The speech is pathetic and filled with energy. It is literally given.

(Editor West, Journal.

SPEECH.

Do not grieve. Misfortunes will happen to the wisest and best men. Death will come and always comes out of season. It is the command of the Great Spirit, and all nations and people must obey. What is passed and cannot be prevented should not be grieved for. Be not discouraged or displeased, then, that in visiting your father here you have lost your chief. A misfortune of this kind may never again befal you, but this would have attended you perhaps at your own village. Five times have I visited this land and never returned with sorrow or pain. Misfortunes do not flourish particularly in our path. They grow every where. (Addressing himself to Governor Edwards and Col. Miller.) What a misfortune for me, that I could not have died this day, instead of the chief that lies before us. The trifling loss my nation would have sustained in my death would have been doubly paid for, by the honors of my burial - They would have wiped off every thing like regret. Instead of being covered with a cloud of sorrow, my warriors would have felt the sunshine of joy in their hearts. To me it would have been a most glorious occurrence. Hereafter, when I die, at home, instead of a noble grave and a grand procession, the rolling music and the thundering cannon, with a flag waving at my head-i shall be wrapped in a robe (an old robe perhaps) & hoisted on a slender scaffold to the whistling winds, soon to be blown to the earth- my flesh to be devoured by the wolves, and my bones rattled on the plain by the wild beasts.

(Addresses himself to Col. Miller. )

CHIEF OF THE SOLDIERS.

Your labours have not been in vain. Your attention shall not be forgotten. My nation shall know the respect that is paid over the dead. When I return I will echo the sound of your guns.