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T H E T O M A HAW K. A SATURDAY JOURNAL ...
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No. 132.] LONPQN, NOVEMBER 13, 1869. [Pr...
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"£>O WN WITH THE POULTRY!"
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Fellow Citizens,—I greet ye. I, even I, ...
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T H E T O M A Haw K. A Saturday Journal ...
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No. 132.] Lonpqn, November 13, 1869. [Pr...
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"£>O Wn With The Poultry!"
" £ > O WN WITH THE POULTRY ! "
Fellow Citizens,—I Greet Ye. I, Even I, ...
Fellow Citizens , —I greet ye . I , even I , the Child of the Prairie , the Son of Nature , the Offspring of the Great Forest , the Lover of the Grand Blue Sky , of the Good Spirit , the dweller in the wigwam , hold out the hand of friendship to ye of the warehouse , ye of the crowded street , ye of the teeming
city . I greet ye as brothers-r-rfor are ye hot indeed my brothers —my adopted brothers ? Have I not dwelt among ye for more than the space of forty moons ? Have ye not paid the weekly tribute of twopence for more * than three years ? Have ye not learned to love mer and io buy my words by the tens of
, thousands ? Yea , verily ye have , and—ye are all the better for it ! When I first came to London I found it , oh , so unlike my own dear forest , where the green leaves make ' soft sweet music , as Kabibsnokka , the north ' wind , gently stirs the branches , where Shaw-shaw , the white "bird , dwells in Peboan the winter .
For the rustling of branches I found the noise of cabs ; rain and fog for my * own ' Minushahajrny darling laughing water , for love and truth and godd ~ why only smoke . But I dwelt among ye , and gave ye fine words , in th ! e Moon of Bright-nights , or , as ye call itApril ; j sage words in the -- Moon of the Falling Leavesor
, ^ ^ j - — Tip — , f ' September ; and praise-words in the Moon of Snow-shoes , or dull November . Why fine words ? Because ye were sad and needed , love—needed love jio . V that trade was dead . Why sage words ? Because ye were perplexed , and treason stalked abroad , and ye needed counsel . Why praise-words ? Because ye were
clever , arid had built up glorious wigwams and lovely bridges , and had made London ( even , as I dwelt among ye ) a town of palaces—the city of the world 1 And now I drop the Indian ' s speech , and talk the words of the white man—the glorious words of England- —England home of freedomEngland called
, the wise land .. , . Fellow Citizens , —Ye have done well . The Thames Embankment is fine , the Holborn Viaduct graceful , the new Bridge beautiful , the new streets useful . But ye have not done enough . The picture contains a blot;—a large black blot—the
map of London is rendered ridiculous by a mistake—a great , stupid mistake . Ye must know what I mean . Have ye walked down Cheapside ? Yes . Then what has struck ye as out of place—spoiling by its presence a noble thoroughfare ? Whythe Poultry . Have ye driven to the Mansion House ?
, Yes . Where have ye found a dead block—a dead block making locomotion impossible ? Whji > in the Poultry ! ' Where lias the business of the whole civilized world been , brought to a dead stop ? Why , in the Poultry ! Is the Poultry beautiful ?
No ! Is it disgustingly ugly ? Yes ! Is it useful ? No ! Is it an obstruction to business of every kind ? Yes . Then what follows as a matter of course ? Ye shake your heads and don ' t know ! What , must Tomahawk tell ye ? Are ye so dense that ye cannot suggest a remedy for this nuisance
—this grievous nuisance ? So it would appear from your supineness . Well , then , Tomahawk will enlighten ye , in large capitals too , so that ye may the better understand him . THE POULTRY MUST COME DOWN ! Come i dP downand immediately ! There must be no
shilly-^^^ p * ~^^ p * « p ^ > H ^^ p ^ ^^ " »» ^¦ ^ F" » * pB ^ H , ^ m ^^^~^ M ^^ - ^^^ —^ ^^^ " *» - — — ¦ ¦ ^— - ~ ~~ — *"" - ~ ^ W ~^ ^ ~ ^~ ~ ~ ^ f shallying . For once and away the authorities must wake up and attend to business . They may sleep ( as usual ) for the rest of the year , and sweet dreams wait upon their slumbers , say I . But now—now is the time for action . We cannot afford to wait . A grand attempt has been made to render London ( in an
architectural point of view ) worthy of her commercial fame as the first city in the worjd . A great deal has been done , but emphatically not enough . The new Blackfriars Bridge is something to be proud of ; the Holborn Viaduct is something to be proud of -m ; the - ~ ~_~ Mansion ~— - - House street is something to be proud of ; but
^^ —j — _— ^_ — — — ^^| P Jk the Poultry is a disgrace to civilization ! Look at my Cartoon . What do ye see in it ? The Fairy of Improvement waves her wand , and a City of noble proportions rises at her command . And yet she has left one spot ^^ m ^ v ^^ r ^» untouched ^ vv ^™ ^» ^^ b ™ ^ - ^^ — ^ v ^^^ ^^^^ ^ ! The ' ^^ beautiful — — — — --.- — p —^ - icture — — — is spoilt ^ ^_ by _ one
disfiguring blot , the all but perfect gem is rendered nearly valueless by one fatal flaw ! Yes , the ugly useless Poultry—pernicious and foul—is there in all its native deformity ! Denounced by the Press as an eyesore , execrated by the commercial public as a disastrous impediment to business , —still it stands like some
hideous stronghold of the middle-ages , defying the attacks of its invaders ! Have we no knights who will do battle against ithave we no trusty swords , no gallant lances ? This subject shall not end here . The Child of Nature is uncouth in speech , but strong in purpose . He has seen the blemish of his adopted cityand that blemish must be removed .
, Yes , the Poultry MUST come down . The Indian has said itand his own words ( although sweet and wholesome , and very good ) are not to be eaten I And now the Child of Nature congratulates his fellowc wp ^ it vv i ^ z ** en ^^^ " ^ 1 ^ s m ^ upon ^ wrwf ^ r ^ b ^ ipb ^ b the ^ r ^ ^^ b p ¦* eau ^ . » ^^ ^ " - ^ ~ ty " ~ - y of ' ^^ ^^ t ^ p . he ^^^ - ^ m * Lond 1— — — - — — — o — n — — improvemen — — — — ™— -- — - —— ts , m
and withdraws into his wigwam , that he may there smoke his pipe of peace while he sharpens the blade of his war knife . ( Signed ) Tomahawk . The Moon of Snow-shoes , 1869 . — — — .. — — — ¦ 1 . % - — >¦» .- -I- ¦¦—¦ I .. ¦ 1 ¦¦ ¦¦ n - ¦ ' ¦"!¦ m ¦! % . ' ' ¦»¦!¦ ' ~ - m - - L ... i . 11 ' J
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Tomahawk (1867-1870), Nov. 13, 1869, page unpag, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/t/issues/ttw_13111869/page/1/
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