This is a Message Board Post. Reply to the message or author by clicking on the link below. *************************************************************************** MESSAGE: (#208250) Chief Wapello(died 1842) <http://iagenweb.org/boards/louisa/obituaries/index.cgi?rev=208250> AUTHOR: Ken Wright DATE: 11/12/2008 at 09:11:21 Surnames: WAPELLO Davenport Gazette April 7, 1842 Death of Wapello. Died suddenly at Kish-ke-koshs village on the Che-con-go, (Skunk) river, this distinguished principal Chief, and head of the Des Moines river Foxes. He had been unwell for several days, but on the 15th inst. while his pipe which he had just called for, was being prepared, died of an apoplectic fit. At the request of the Indians, and in accordance with his own wish his remains were deposited in the Garden adjoining the Agency House, near the late agent Gen. Street, towards whom, when both were living, he appeared to cherish an unfeigned affection. Wapello was born on Rock River, and was the oldest chief of the United Nations. He was bold, talented and of commanding appearance; for near half a century he has been conspicuous among his people as an orator and warrior. He was among the delegation that visited Washington City, New York, Boston and other cities in the east in 1837, and then by his native nobleness, his correct and dignified deportment, won the respect and admiration of all who saw him. He was a Great Brave from his youth, and in more than thirty battles, his war cry has been the terror of his enemies. True and faithful to his people in all things they loved and honored him when living, and now deeply mourn his death. Through an untutored son of the forest, many of the highest virtues which adorn human nature, and which some think civilization alone can boast, shown conspicuous in his character. Full of years and honors, he has gone on his long journey to the happy hunting ground of his race; where he can hunt with his fathers and never be weary, drink of its cooling streams, and never be faint. May we all live that at the call of the Great Manito we may be prepared to follow to that bright land where trouble is unknown, and where sorrow never dwells. Hawkeye.