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so shall the White man hereafter come to inherit 

 the Indian's hunting grounds." 



We are all aware of the tales of Indian cruelty and 

 outrage, with which the records of frontier life in the 

 American wilderness are filled still it is impossible 

 not to feel a certain sympathy with the misfortunes of 

 this unhappy people, doomed by the inexorable decrees 

 of fate to pass away like the buffalo, and to be driven 

 forth from those fair and fertile lands, which were once 

 their heritage; and the touching and eloquent appeal 

 of the Indian Chief, when remonstrating with his white 

 conquerors against the hardship of his lot in having to 

 vacate his territory for the benefit of the invader, has 

 many times been repeated in the works of American 

 writers. "We were born," he exclaimed, "under the 

 shadow of these trees; and our fathers' bones lie 

 buried beneath them. Shall we say to the bones of 

 our forefathers, * Arise and come with us into a foreign 

 land'?" 



It is true that the Indians were sometimes offered 

 certain quantities of what were known as " Indian 

 Trade Goods " in exchange for their lands, but as the 

 Indians justly remarked, "Blankets and cloths soon 

 grow old and wear out, but land lasts for ever." 



The history of the Red man, his sorrows and troubles, 

 and the wild, romantic incidents of his struggle for 

 existence, which from generation to generation has 

 been carried on, under the shadow of the primeval 

 forest or upon the broad expanse of the Western 

 prairies, may be taken as a type of the conflict of 

 races, which has so often been repeated in every 

 quarter of the globe invariably with the same result. 



Wheresoever the civilized man has met the " Tenants 



