- ish father's flag had been hauled down, and a different
flag had been raised. Indians had been there and had seen; yes, Shawnees, Saukies, Delawares, Osages—they had been there, and had seen. The Spanish governor, whose name was Delassus, had made a speech, to the white people. He had said:
PROCLAMATION
March 9, 1804.
Inhabitants of Upper Louisiana:
By the King's command, I am about to deliver up this post and its dependences!
The flag under which you have been protected for a period of nearly thirty-six years is to be withdrawn. From this moment you are released from the oath of fidelity you took to support it.
The speech was hard to understand, but there it
was, tacked up on the white man's talking paper. Moreover,
the good governor had made a talk for the Indians
also, his red children. He had said:
Your old fathers, the Spaniard and the Frenchman, who
grasp by the hand your new father, the head chief of the United
States, by an act of their good will, and in virtue of their
last treaty, have delivered up to them all these lands. They
will keep and defend them, and protect all the white and red
skins who live thereon.
For several days we have fired off cannon shots to announce to all the nations that your father, the Spaniard, is going, his heart happy to know that you will be protected and sustained by your new father, and that the smoke of the powder may ascend to the Master of Life, praying him to shower on you all a happy destiny and prosperity in always living in good union with the whites.
Up the great river and into the west, by traders and
runners had come the tidings.
