From the New York Spectator.
It is known that artists of eminence have taken portraits of Black Hawk, his son, and The Prophet. Mr. Ford, Mr. Sully, and several others, have produced, it is said, very striking likenesses of the Chief. The following anecdote is related in the Richmond Enquirer:-
'It is said, that the Indians, while they were at Old Point, conducted themselves with the greatest propriety. Old Hawk's handsome son was very fond of the company of the beautiful American Squaws. He is passionately attached to music-and, on one occasion, after listening with the most profound attention to the strains of the piano forte as its keys were touched by a young lady he suddenly jumped up, and drawing a brilliant ring from his finger, presented it with many compliments to his fair companion. She declined it with an air of great politeness-but the Young Hawk was much mortified at the refusal, and still more at the idea of having transgressed some established rule of American etiquette.'
A favorable specimen of original eloquence is presented in the following address of Black Hawk to Col. Eustis, the officer in command at Fort Monroe, and in the subsequent colloquy between them, just before their departure for the North, on their way to their homes. It is also interesting, as it indicates the pacific feelings now entertained by the Indian Chiefs, and which we hope no further encroachment upon their rights will rouse into hostile action. That Col Eustis, by his kindness and attention, had won the personal friendship and respect of the Chieftain, is also evident from the tone and spirit of the address:-
'Brother-I have come on my part and in behalf of my companions to bid you farewell. Our Great Father* has been pleased to permit us to return to our hunting grounds. We have buried the tomahawk, and the sound of the rifle will hereafter only bring death to the deer and the buffalo.
Brother-You have treated the red man very kindly-your squaws have made them presents and you have given them plenty to eat and drink. The memory of your friendship will remain till the Great Spirit says it is time for Black Hawk to sing his death song.
Brother-Your houses are as numerous as the leaves upon the trees, and your young warriors like the sands upon the shores of the big lake which rolls before us. The red man has but few houses and few warriors, but the red man has a heart which throbs as warmly as the heart of the white brother.
Brother- The Great Spirit has given us our hunting grounds, and the skin of the deer which we kill there is his favorite, for its color is white, and that is the emblem of peace.
This hunting dress and the feathers of the eagle are white. Accept them my brother. I have given one like this to the White Otter+. Accept it as a memorial of Black Hawk. When he is far away, this will serve to remind you of him. May the Great Spirit bless you and your children. Farewell.'
To this Col. Eustis made the following appropriate and apparently heartfelt reply:-
'Friend and brother-It was the will of the Great Spirit and the fortune of war which placed you in my hands. If I had met you in the field of battle, it would have been my duty to my country and my white brethren to have taken your life. But the Great Spirit placed you in my hands as a captive-and the white man never attacks an unarmed foe. I have therefore treated you with all the kindness in my power, and I hope you have not suffered any inconvenience during your residence with us. And now that you are at liberty to return home and rejoin your tribe, believe me I sympathize heartily in your emotions of joy. You offer me your hand-say that it is a pledge of friendship, and give an assurance that you will give no further trouble to our white neighbors.'
Black Hawk said, 'Brother-The Great Spirit punishes those who deceive us, and my faith is now pledged.'
The Colonel proceeded-'Brother-it is well-you have seen much of our power, and will behold a great deal more before you reach your own country. Remember, then, and teach your young men that the red man's best interest is to be friendly to the whites, and to their great father, the President. He will afford them his protection if they do so.'
'I receive with pleasure this hunting dress, and shall value it much more so, because it was given to me by Black Hawk. Accept this belt of wampum on my part as a remembrance, and bond of our friendship.- May you live in peace ever after with your children.-Farewell.'
A few words more were spoken on either side, but they were unimportant and consisted merely of friendly wishes and congratulations. Before he departed, he received from the Colonel';s lady, who was present at the interview, with several friends, a splendid bead bag, with which he appeared very much pleased, and said he would carry it safely to his squaw, who would be delighted to receive it.
On his visit to Philadelphia he witnessed the vast multitude who thronged the streets to gaze at Gen. Jackson. The Intelligencer of that city says that he and his friends leaned upon the window, and looked down upon the dense mass below with interest, but not with amazement. The crowd which had increased to a tremendous extent, gazed upon the singular array at the windows with silent curiosity; and, at length, Black Hawk, observing this, signified his desire to make a speech.
'Black Hawk,' said the old warrior, 'once thought he could conquer the whites. His heart grew bitter, and his hand strong. He unburied the tomahawk; and he led his people to fight. He fought hard. He was no coward. He spilled much blood. But the white men were mighty. They were many as the leaves of the forest; and Black Hawk and his people failed. He was sorry that the tomahawk had been raised. He had been a prisoner. He saw the strength of the white men. They were very many. The Indians are but few. They are not cowards-they are brave-but they are few. He was sorry that they had gone to war. While the Great Spirit above, and he pointed on high kept his heart as it is now was, he would be the friend of the white man.- He would remain in peace. He would go to his people and speak the good of the white man. He would tell them they were as the leaves of the forest-very many-very strong-and he would fight no more. Black Hawk is the white man's friend.'
* i.e. the President.
+ The White Otter means General Atkinson-called so by the Indians because his hair is particularly white and silky.