THE INDIANS—THE WAY THEY SUFFER. 
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the bodies of three Indians who had been dead apparently 
about two weeks, each bearing the marks of the unerring rifle; 
they had been among the whites as their dresses indicated, two 
of them haying on jean shirts, the other a blue flannel. Two 
of them were shot through the chest, the other through the 
head; the sight was a sad one, and gave rise to melancholy 
reflections, for here these poor beings are hunted and shot down 
like wild beasts, and these no doubt fell by the hand of the 
assassin, not for lucre but to satiate a feeling of revenge. 
In an adjoining territory the “red man” had a quiet home; 
their “wigwams” were always supplied with venison, their 
corn-fields ripened in autumn, their rude traps furnished clothing 
for the winter, and in the spring they danced in praise of the 
“Great Spirit” for causing flowers to bloom upon the graves 
of their fathers; but the white stranger came and took posses¬ 
sion of their hunting grounds and streams, and harvested their 
corn. They held a council and decided that the Great Spirit 
had sent the white stranger, and it would be wrong not to 
give him all he wished; they collected their traps, bows, and 
arrows, and prepared to fall back in search of new streams and 
hunting grounds; they paid the last visit to the graves of their 
fathers. What were their feelings? The moon threw a pale, dim 
light through the foliage, the air breathed a mournful sigh as 
they reached the lonely mound; the stout-hearted warrior drew 
his blanket to hide his tears as he bowed down to commune for 
the last time with the spirits that had so often blessed him in 
the chase; his heart was too full, and he fell upon his face and 
wept bitterly. But, a last adieu; they rise, cross the arrows 
over the grave, and walk mournfully away; the Great Spirit 
gives them a new hunting ground, and the corn ripens on the 
plain, but soon the white stranger comes and tells them to fall 
back. They are at the base of the mountain; there are no hunt¬ 
ing grounds beyond; if they go into the mountain their corn 
will not ripen, and their “papooses” will starve in the wigwam; 
they hold a council and decide to defend their homes against 
the encroachments of the white stranger. The whites were 
strong, and drove the red man into the mountains, and for the 
crime of having tried to defend their homes and offspring, they 
are placed under a ban, and hunted down like wild beasts., No 
