their thoughts, for I am Indian, an 

 Absaroka, and come from a great 

 people, who would rather walk on 

 the great broad earth that belongs 

 to all, than on a carpet made by 

 one man, owned by another and 

 coveted by a hundred. Ugh! I 

 hate them, I hate their civilisation. 

 In their arrogance, forcing upon us, 

 the weaker, a religion upon which 

 they cannot agree themselves. They 

 ask us to give up our way of bar- 

 tering a thing we don't want for a 

 thing that we do, and learn instead 

 their love of money, though all the 

 time crying that it is the curse of the 

 world. They have brought us whis- 

 key and cigarettes. What do they 

 offer us in exchange for the bright 

 sun-heat, the wild glad rain, the 

 mountain top, the crystal stream, 

 the everlasting plain, for the rich red 

 blood coursing through our veins, for 

 the love of nature, whether her moods 

 be stern or gay? 



"What is their civilisation? Do 

 they pretend that it will make us 

 happier? Look at my people to- 

 day ! This is what they would force 

 upon me, their man-made clothes, 



