A Thousand- Mile Walk 
ran unshot.” To me it appeared as “ d dest ” 
work to slaughter God’s cattle for sport. “They 
were made for us,” say these self-approving 
preachers; “for our food, our recreation, or 
other uses not yet discovered.” As truthfully 
we might say on behalf of a bear, when he 
deals successfully with an unfortunate hunter, 
“Men and other bipeds were made for bears, 
and thanks be to God for claws and teeth so 
long.” 
Let a Christian hunter go to the Lord’s 
woods and kill his well-kept beasts, or wild In- 
dians, and it is well; but let an enterprising 
specimen of these proper, predestined victims 
go to houses and fields and kill the most worth- 
less person of the vertical godlike killers, — 
oh! that is horribly unorthodox, and on the 
part of the Indians atrocious murder! Well, 
I have precious little sympathy for the selfish 
propriety of civilized man, and if a war of races 
should occur between the wild beasts and Lord 
Man, I would be tempted to sympathize with 
the bears. 
