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? ? ? ? "Confound these Indians!" I said. "They told me they were tame; but, if appearances go for anything, I should say they were all on the war path."
? ? ? ? I made one more attempt to fraternize with them, and only one. I came upon a camp of them gathered in the shade of a great tree, making wam pum and moccasins, and addressed them in the language of friendship:
? ? ? ? "Noble Red Men, Braves, Grand Sachems, War Chiefs, Squaws, and High Muck-a-Mucks, the pale face from the land of the setting sun greets you! You, Beneficent Polecat-- you, Devourer of Moun tains-- you, Roaring Thundergust-- you, Bully Boy with a Glass eye-- the paleface from beyond the great waters greets you all! War and pestilence have thinned your ranks and destroyed your once proud nation. Poker and seven-up, and a vain modern expense for soap, unknown to your glorious ancestors, have depleted your purses. Appropriat ing, in your simplicity, the property of others has gotten you into trouble. Misrepresenting facts, in your simple innocence, has damaged your reputa tion with the soulless usurper.
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