AN IRRUPTION OF SENSE,
Washington, D. C., Feb. 26. — The
committee on appropriations had its
monotony broken tc-day by the unex
pected appearance of Red Cloud, the
great Sioux Chief. He was accom
panied by an interpreter, who bad a
very red lace, although a white man.
Red Cloud had become civilized enough
to ask for a congressional appropriation,
and he did it well. Jefferson’s speech
of Logan was not more inteiesting and
terse. The treasury would be in more
danger if there were more “Ciouds’,
hanging over it like this “red” one. The
big chief was not arrayed in blankets
or feathers. He was without paint.
The tariff h too high for him to afford
paint. He wore a black frock coat, a
purple cravat with a seventy-five cent
breast-pin, with alligator shoes. He is
not tall nor short, but has long, glossy
black hair and weak eyes. and
a'ter the manner of “Simon says wig
gle woggle,” and, after a preliminary
“ugh !” began:
“ Look at me ! Big law chiefs ! I
am Red Cloud, a bigger chief. I am
from the land of sunset (smiles) Look
at me —ugh ! I am an Indian, but, I
have sense (sensation). My people
have sense. 1 represent them —ugh I I
know how to manage my own private
business. Seven hundred and fifty
horsi a were wrongfully taken fr im
me and my people. They e e
taken by Genera! Crook, in 1876,
when I was at peace. I want pay ;or
idem. I am a man of sense-ugh!
Secretary Teller says; ‘Pay me in
cows.’ Me no want cows. L*t Sitting
Bull have cows (smiles). We want
money-ugh! I am a man of sense.
