One of the most brilliant of our younger poets was descanting on
the Chinook vocabulary, in which a Chinook calls an Englishman a
Chinhog to this day, in memory of King George. And this writer
says that when they have a young chief whose warpaint is very
perfect, whose blanket is thoroughly embroidered, whose leggings
are tied up with exactly the right colors, and who has the
right kind of star upon his forehead and cheeks, but who never
took a scalp, never fired an arrow, and never smelled powder,
but was always found at home in the lodges whenever there was
anything that scented of war--he says the Chinooks called that
man by the name of “Boston Cultus.” You have seen these people,
as I have seen them, as everybody has seen them--people who
sat in Parker’s and discust every movement of the campaign in
the late war, and told us that it was all wrong, that we were
going to the bad, but who never shouldered a musket. They are
people who tell us that the immigration, that the pope of Rome,
or the German element, or the Irish element, is going to play
the dogs with our social system, and yet they never met an
immigrant on the wharf or had a word of comfort to say to a
foreigner.--EDWARD EVERETT HALE.
(628)
=Cross Anticipated=--See CALVARY, ANTICIPATING.