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REPORT  ON  THI  PIOTURE  GALLERY.       105
                               name  on the  roll.  The  Colonel  said this  could not  be, but if
                               the chiefs  mere  all  willing,  the  child  should  have  his  share.
                               They were all willing-the  boy's  share was  given to me,  and I
                               gave  it to  his mother.  It was  this  same  child-the  same one
                               now taken from us.  It is the truth I am telling.
                                 "And  now we want yourhelp to get back the child.  We still
                               hope  to find him.  We cannot give him  up.  We want  you to
                               satisfy the public that the child is ours.  We hoped to take him
                               home  with  us  this  time,  We  came  from  a  great  distance.
                               Once before the child was carried off  by force, after the law  had
                               decided in  our favor,  and now  he is  again carried  away.  We
                               are grieved and disappointed.  This is why we  ask your help."
                                 OSHKOSH, having  concluded what he had to say, again shook
                               hands  with  us,  (the  opening  and  closing  ceremony  of  each
                               speech) and gave way to SOULIQNY, the Head War-Chief,  who,
                               though seventy years  old, has  all the fire and energy  of  a man
                               in  the  prime  of  life.  After  a  hearty  shake  of  the  hands,
                               SOULIGNY squared himself  and spoke as follows:
                                 "Now,  my friend, listen to me.  The  one who spoke first, is
                               our Head Chief.  What  he says  is  so.  You see  me,  another
                               old man, standing before  you.  I can remember my old Chiefs.
                               They  used  to  own  this  soil.  Green  Bay  was  our  principal
                              village.  There  we  lived  when  the  Americans  landed  on the
                               east  side  of  Fox river,  and  crossed  and  came  to  our  huts.
                               They  asked  leave  to  live  among  us,  and  said  their  Great
                              Father  had  sent  them  to  take  the  Menomonees  under  their
                               wings and  shelter them from all harm.  They told us,  too, that
                               their Great Father had a very long arm, and that  whenever any
                               one  did  an  injury or  took  anything  away  from  us,  he would
                               stretch  out that arm  and bring it back,  no  matter how  far off.
                              And now  we  have  lost  something.  We  lost  it  at  Waupaca
                              Falls.  It is a piece of  our flesh.  And to  think,  after  all our
                               Great Father promised,  that this'  should  have  been  taken from
                              us by some  of  his children,  the whites,  and they  should claim
                              it as their own.
                                 "I cannot  think my  friend, the white  man,  did this  wilfully.
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