16 NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
BREWER’S MARKET 
Poultry and Game 
WALTER P. BREWER, Prop. 
Eggs and Butter 
Hie: ‘ (Meats and Provisions 
Fruit and Berries 
Orders will be Collected Every 
The Best Quality Morning and Promptly Filled. 
Beverly Farms 
JAMES B. DOW 
Gardener and Florist 
Roses, Herbaceous and Budding Plants 
Cut Flowers and Greenhouse Products 
Work. 
Beverly Farms 
for Decorations and Funeral 
Hale Street 
Mass. 
J. B. Dow John H. Cheever 
JAS. B. DOW & CO. 
Coal and Wood 
We are now prepared to deliver 
coal at short notice to all parts of 
Manchester and Beverly Farms. 
Beach Street Hale Street 
Manchester Beverly Farms 
THE INDIAN—HE WILL NOT 
CHANGE 
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cannot be farmed for want of water. 
Stock raising is its only use, and the 
Indians raise just enough of cattle, 
sheep, horses and goats to live on. 
Occasionally there will be a little 
quarter acre spot along the river that 
gets a little moisture, and some Indian 
will plant a few peach trees, and a 
few cabbages. And then he will build 
a little sunshade and watch over the 
garden all summer, to prevent it being 
stolen, and he won’t get five dollars’ 
worth of produce for his summer’s 
work. 
The Indian is fully satisfied with 
his condition. He has no ambition, 
does not want to and will not change. 
You simply cannot make anything out 
of him. He will not work, he cares 
nothing for money, does not want 
comforts. Give him one or two meals 
a day and some tobacco, and he is 
happy. 
I drove through an abandoned min- 
ing camp in the mountains of New 
Mexico and found it occupied by a 
band of Indians. It was once a quick- 
silver mine of large production and 
was worked for twenty years. As the 
ore ran out it was abandoned, and the 
water pipes, flumes, and many houses 
and office buildings stand as at the 
time of desertion, 
The Indian band went there be- 
cause there were a few irrigated gar- 
dens and good range for sheep, but 
even during the severe blizzards of 
the winter they would not occupy a 
one of the houses, but lived in the 
hogans they built of poles and dirt. 
They broke into some of the build- 
ings and let their dogs and goats oc- 
cupy them, but Lo would not conde- 
scend to live in the comfortable 
houses of the white men. In one of 
the buildings, the main office, the big 
vault for storing quicksilver and 
blasting powder, was the home of an 
old sow and a dozen or so pigs. 
The white man’s quarters would do 
for the hogs and the dogs, but not for 
the American Indian. 
And when Indians will go through 
the hardest of suffering from cold 
during tthe terrible mountain blizzards 
of February and March, with com- 
fortable buildings, his for occupying, 
what can the white man hope to make 
out of this kind of an Indian? It is 
not a promising missionary outlook. 
Filthy, lazy, ignorant, happy and 
healthy. They don’t want to be any- 
thing different. 
A young Indian on a pony stopped 
me and asked me for a match, by sig- 
nals. £ had a box of safeties, and J 
took out one and showed him it could 
only be ignited by scratching on the 
box, and then I handed him the box. 
He rolled a cigarette and as he was 
about to light it his pony shied, nearly 
threw him, and then went pitching 
down the trail. Later it dawned on me 
that. there were some tricks the white 
men did not have to teach them, The 
Indian wanted that box of matches, 
and no doubt he purposely caused the 
horse to run and pitch so that he could 
retain it. 
At a well where we stopped for 
dinner we had a lot of canned goods 
left over. Two little Indian kids, 
with bows and arrows, watched us 
eat. As we left, I offered the dinner 
to them. Accept it? No. They would 
not even grunt or acknowledge the in- 
vitation, and I knew their little stom- 
achs were craving it. We left it and 
went on. From the woods on the top 
of a hill I looked back and saw the 
young lads jump onto the feast and 
devour it. 
The Indian pride would not let 
even these hungry kids accept a white 
man’s leavings. A Mexican would 
have begged for it. 
An Indian is an Indian, and the 
white man who will make anything 
else out of him should have a dozen 
Carnegie hero medals, big as plates. 
BEVERLY FARMS 
Mr. and Mrs. James E. McDonnell 
were members of a family gathering 
at Danvers on ‘Thanksgiving. 
Mr, and Mrs. Joshua 
spent yesterday in Boston. 
The wedding of Miss Helen 
Frances Leahy, daughter of Mr. and 
Mrs. William Leahy, to Edward J- 
Clancy of Dorchester took place Wed- 
nesday evening, at the parochial res- 
idence of St. Margaret’s church, Rev, 
Nicholas R. Walsh officiating. The 
bridal couple were attended by Miss 
Alice Leahy as brides-maid and John 
Leahy as best man, sister and brother 
of the bride. From 8 to 10 o’clock a 
reception was held at the home of the 
bride’s parents on Hale street, where — 
there was a display of the many gifts 
to the couple. The young people left 
by automobile on a wedding tour, af- 
ter which they will reside in Brooklyn. 
Daniel Linehan is having granite 
curbing placed on the walk in front of 
his estate on West street. 
Michael F. O’Connor, 41 years old, 
died at his late home, 31 Haskell 
street, early Wednesday morning af- 
ter an extended illness. He was born 
in Ireland, but has lived in this sect- 
ion for many years. Of late years he 
has been employed as a coachman by 
Frank B. Bemis. Several years ago — 
he married Miss Mary E. Wiseman 
and besides a wife, is survived by one 
child. The deceased was a member of 
O. W. Holmes council, K. of C. and 
St. Margaret’s court of Foresters. 
Funeral services were held this morn- 
ing. at St. Margaret’s church and bur- 
ial made at the Montserrat cemetery. 
George W. Larcom has been visit- 
ing friends at the Farms this week, 
having just passed through a serious” 
illness, from which he is rapidly re- 
covering, 
James J. Nugent and family spent 
Thanksgiving with relatives in _Wor- 
cester. 
Mr. and Mrs. Robert Chisholm 
have leased the Otis N. Davis ‘cot-— 
tage on Everett street. The ‘house 
was recently vacated by John N. Lar- 
son. 
Miss Eleanor Connolly came home 
Wednesday from St. Mary’s college, 
Hooksett, N. H., for the hola and 
week-end. 
Younger 
