114. CAMP FIRE REMINISCENCES 
and ‘‘got into’’ a game of poker with an Indian. 
Civilisation has done much for the red man in 
providing him with cards, and this at a time when 
he is in a position to take advantage of them. No 
more is he called upon to hunt the buffalo on the 
plains in order that the family may be provided 
for. He now belongs to the American leisure class, 
and while he cannot join his happy white brethren 
in their ‘‘break-beam rides,”’ still his reservation is 
generally extensive and his lot is an enviable one. 
Scalp-hunting lit up the face of his father and made 
his eyes sparkle, but this is not for him, and the 
subtle pleasure of seeing his enemy tortured is also 
denied. Nothing now occurs in his daily life suffi- 
ciently exciting to stimulate his muscles of expres- 
sion, and it is this very fact which eminently fits 
him for America’s National Game; whether his 
‘‘draw’’ is satisfactory or not cannot be guessed 
from his face or actions. From what we could hear 
of this particular game, they were having a ‘‘jack 
pot”’ for penknives. The Indian, after looking at 
his hand, ‘‘opened the pot’’ for a horse blanket. 
Our man ‘‘called’”’ this and ‘‘raised him’’ one of 
H.’s sheets, which the Indian saw, with a squaw, 
and forgetting that it was not his own deal, he 
‘raised him back’’ a horse; this was ‘‘called’’ 
and cards taken. The play went merrily on most 
of the night, and when it was over, our man, who 
was naturally very kind and humane, allowed the 
native to keep the squaw, but took everything else 
he possessed. The ungrateful heathen hunted 
around until breakfast time after our fellow, want- 
