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Mad Jack Hanks: Tales from the O-NO Ranch 3-28-11

Mad Jack Hanks
Wellington, Colo.

Gentle readers, as I read accounts of our past history, especially during the 17th and 18th century when it pertains to the life and times of those who came before us, I am spellbound by their eloquent ways of expressing themselves. Of course not everyone spoke or wrote with such expressive and passionate expression, but many did.

The common man was mostly uneducated and many could not write or read or had a real desire to accomplish such endeavors as there were too many other task at hand, like making a living under difficult circumstances. According to Webster, eloquence is described as such: “having or showing clear and forceful expression.”

I will give you one example. Here is an excerpt from “My Life on the Plains” written in 1874 by George A. Custer discussing his view of Indians. “If I were an Indian, I often think I would greatly prefer to cast my lot among those of my people who adhered to the free open plains, rather than submit to the confined limits of a reservation, there to be the recipient of the blessed benefits of civilization, with its vices thrown in without stint or measure. Stripped of the beautiful romance with which we have so long been willing to envelop him, the Indian forfeits his claim to the appellation of the ‘noble red man.’ We see him as he is, a ‘savage’ in every sense of the word; not worse, perhaps, than his white brother would be similarly born and bred, but one whose cruel and ferocious nature far exceeds that of an wild beast of the desert. When the soil which he has claimed and hunted over for so long a time is demanded by this to him insatiable monster (civilization), there is no appeal; he must yield, or it will roll mercilessly over him, destroying as it advances. Destiny seems to have so willed it, and the world nods its approval.”

When the battle of the Little Big Horn or greasy grass, as the Indians called it, was over, three faithful Indian scouts by the names of Bloody Knife, Bobtailed Bull and Stab died along with General Custer.

Eloquent writing from an educated but somewhat arrogant man leaves me thinking about what if Larry The Cable Guy had written it. Huummm?

Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion and I’ll c. ya’ll, all ya’ll.