The Chippeway herald. [volume], May 01, 1902, Image 3

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AN INDIAN’S
TRIBUTE.
One of the most beautiful tributes
paid to the late Bishop Whipple was
by one of the race which he so loved
and for whom he spent most of his life,
written to Mrs. Whipple. It was by
the Rev. J. J. Enmegahbowh, a full
blooded Chippeway, ordained to the
priesthood by Bishop Whipple in the
early part of his Episcopate, and read
at the Mohonk Indian Conference last
fall by Gen. Wilson:
“I write the language of my sorrow
ful heart. I ca.nont say much at this
time —my heart is so heavy. When I
heard that our Bishop had died, I said,
‘No this cannot be;’ I did not know our
Bishop could die. But in another hour
a second messenger entered my house
to assure me that the loved bishop had
died truly. I and my wife wept aloud
in our lonely room, and then for hours
spoke not to one another.
“The Indians began to come from all
directions, and to ask with startled
faces what it meant. I said ‘My
friends, the best friend our people ever
had in this world, —the great warrior,
the great bishop, the great loving man,
has fallen. ’ The grief was terrible to
see. They could not believe it. Some
went away with a bitter weeping;
others stole to their homes stunned to
silence.
“I went to Faribault for the last time
for my sorrowing people. ‘This time
we go to Faribault with feelings un
like any that we have ever had. Be
fore, we have gone with bounding step
and happy hearts. We have known
that we were to look on the face of our
loving bishop, the friend of our lives.
It was our joy to see the face of the
man who loved and sympathized with
my people. Before, we have been going
to get inspiration, courage, counsel.
We have gone away full of hope and
courage, blessing our bishop and with
our hearts ready to go on as he had
bidden us.’
“Our bishop was all love. He
preached always, from the beginning,
love! love! ‘My children, love the
Great Spirit. Bove one another.
Bove all other tribes. ’ His one great
aim has been to unite us by close con
nection in Christian fellowship.
“He is no more here to give us these
lessons. His loving face is hidden from
us. His voice is silenced. Silenced do
I say? Yes, and no. His voice shall
sound, and be forever ringing in our
ears. Yes, and it shall be ringing, as
long as his red chilren live, throughout
the Indian country.
“More than forty years ago, when I
went with him through the forests, he
carried his blanket, his rope case and
other things, and many times the Indi
ans said: ‘We must not let him do this.
He will kill himself. He cannot work
in this way and live. ’ But he would
smile —oh, how we loved that smile
and every step he took—and say: ‘Oh,
this is nothing! This does not tire me;’
and his voice filled us with hope and
courage.
“Our beloved bishop has stood for
over forty years and defended the de
fenceless. He has spoken and written
for the rights of his red children, and
that when no man gave much thought
to the forlorn outcast of the world.
He alone the first bishop who entered
into the Chippeway heathen land. To
day throughout the Chippeway country
tears are blinding the eyes; hearts are
heavy-loaded with sorrow, and are
looking up crying, ‘My father! my
father!’ The double portion of Elijah’s
spirit was given him. May the dou
ble portion of our departed bishop’s
love be given us. His Indian work
has been blessed in the conversion of
many. He has built churches and has
ordained many Indian deacons who
are doing their work faithfully. How
truly can he say in the language of St.
Paul; ‘I have fought a good fight! I
have kept the faith. ’
“But we, what are we to do? What
courage can we take away? We are
lost children. Our hearts are lead.
I bid you farewell. ”
Sir Humphery Davy once said: “I
envy no quality of the mind or intellect
in others, be it genius, power, wit or
fancy; but if I could choose what would
be most delightful and useful, 1 should
prefer a firm religious faith to every
other blessing, for it makes life a di
cipline of goodness, creates new hopes
when all earthly hopes vanish, throws
over the distraction of existence the most
gorgeous of all lights, awakens life
even in death, and from corruption
and decay calls up beauty and divinity,
where sensuous and skeptical views
afford nothing but gloom, annihilation
and despair.”—Ram’s Horn.
Jackson —“I hear your baby was
kidnapped. ”
Currie —“Yes. The kidnappers have
offered us SSOOO if we will take him
back, but we are holding out for
more.” —Bife.
An Appreciation.
“Rear Admiral Evans in the May
issue of McClure’s Magazine says:
For comfort and luxury, the special
train on which he traveled made a
lasting impression upon the Prince
and his suite. Prince Henry said: ‘I
have seen the best equipment on Rus
sian Railroads, and they are the best in
Europe; but I have never seen or im
agined that a train like this conld be
put together.”
Coming from such an authoritative
source this is indeed a compliment es
pecially' so, as two of those cars, The
Ohio and lowa, belong to the regular
equipment vf the Chicago Great West
ern Ry.
These beautiful compartment sleeping
cars run every night between Chicago,
St. Paul and Minneapolis on the
“Great Western Bimited” the new
sumptuous Electric lighted train.
it takes a hero to fight a battle know
ing that it will be lost. Any coward
can fight a battle when he is sure of
winning, but rare is the man who has
the pluck to fight when he knows he is
losing. This is the quality that wins
success, the grip that hangs on when
everything seems to be hopeless.—Suc
cess.
THE TRAIN
OF 1902
Is the new “Great Western
Limited,” the most sumptu
ously equipped train run
ning every night between
St. Paul and Minneapolis,
Send Chicago and Kansas
City via . . .
Chicago
Great Western
Railwecy
J. P. ELMER.
General Passenger Agent,
CHICAGO. ILL.