4 LAST HOME OF THE RED MAN. 



occur I sincerely hope. I hope it for the sake of the 

 Indian for the sake of the wild game ; for it will 

 be to them the signing of their death-warrant. In- 

 deed, I may already say that the extermination of 

 both is fixed for an early date. 



Forty years ago, the whole extent of territory 

 from the Mississippi to the Pacific, from the Gulf of 

 Mexico to Hudson's Bay, belonged to the red man. 

 All over this space their cattle, the wild game, 

 roamed free, and the white man only dwelt within 

 its limits as a guest, or on tolerance. And how has 

 such hospitality been requited ? In the same way 

 as is written in every page of the history of our race 

 the lawful possessors have been dispossessed, their 

 lands have been appropriated, and the children of the 

 soil have been driven forth, to wander homeless and 

 despoiled, to starve and die. Montana is now almost 

 their only sanctuary remaining ; and if the lessons of 

 the past have not taught them how little faith can be 

 reposed in treaties and promises if their hearts fail 

 in courage, their hands in strength, and their tongues 

 in the deception practised by the invaders, this last 

 resting-place will follow in the wake of those lands 

 that have ceased to know the camp-fires of their 

 forefathers. 



The British nation, and the Americans sprung 

 from their loins, are professors of Christianity ; they 

 repudiate, and express indignation, when foreign 

 powers act upon the principle of ' might is right :' 

 but let them look at home, and they will see that 



