"Blackhawkiana"

The savage, Black Hawk, whose tomahawk lately drank some of the best blood on our western frontier, is now the observed of all observers, and is sought after with as much avidity and carressed with as much warmth, as if he had really done a very clever and meritorious thing in scalping and murdering defenceless men, women, and children. We would not have any resentment show itself against this wretched Indian; for he is a captive, and has been taught a lesson that will probably restrain his sanguinary disposition within due bounds for the future. But it would really be well if his reception by the whites, at the different places he is taken through on his way to his tribe, had a little more of the decent gravity or stoical indifference which the savages themselves exhibit on all occasions. The main object of his circuitous route would in that way be better answered than in any other. The Indians know little of the arts and appliances of civilzation, but are stern judges of men, and their notions concerning their white brethren are not likely to be much elevated by "the stupid starers and the loud huzzas" that greet them at every turn.