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NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
so much trouble for the Tiffanys of 
New York—who own the big tur- 
quoise mine twenty miles from Santa 
Fe, and who recently overpowered 
the guards, plundered the mine, and 
sent word to Tiffany they would kill 
him if he ever returned. 
It is rather a sad thought that the 
Indian must go, that every year the 
white men shuffle his deck and make 
new restraints, and he is now up to 
where he must face payment. 
The Indian was born to the simple 
life and nature never fitted him to 
fight the white man under rules of 
survival. It is natural for the red 
men to follow the lines of least re- 
sistence—not to compete. Work 
means to him simply to live, with 
little thought for the morrow. For 
ages his people have lived in the 
great west, with the great out of 
doors all his own, and his habits are 
too firmly rooted to ever be made 
over to the white man’s laws and re- 
straints. 
And Lo is going down for the 
count, for he doesn’t know and ¢can- 
not play the game. 
As the west fills up he will be el- 
bowed out. The white man covets his 
lands and the white man will have 
them. 
The white man’s reasoning is that 
nothing should lay in waste, if a 
white man wants the waste, and you 
will see the reservations contracted, 
the Indians bunched closer and clos- 
er and soon he will be but a memory. 
But before I forget it, let me tell. 
you a little story, not relating to the 
Indians but a story of a sorry little 
old man—who was bigger for a few 
minutes than President Taft ever 
will be. 
Fort Wingate and Fort Defiance 
are a hundred miles apart, and the 
soldiers were being taken from one 
fort to the other to harden up the 
legs, so ’twas given out, but I have 
an idea the war scare in Mexico 
might have had a little to do with 
the exercise. 
Anyhow they were being marched 
up the mountain and marched down 
again. Ahead of us was a little dried 
up man driving a pair of cayuses 
that looked as if a feed of cactus 
once a day was the best they ever 
got. The officer rode ahead and 
asked the two teams to pull out and 
let the soldiers by, but the man and 
his rims paid no attention, and kept 
the road. The next time the West 
Point fellow thought was a splendid 
time to shine in authority so he 
rode up and commanded: 
‘Get out of the road and let the 
iInited States soldiers by.”’ 
The old fellow didn’t even tilt his 
chin as he drawled out: 
‘‘You go to hell and get out of the 
road and let the United States mail 
bye 
James L. Moore of Beverly con- 
veys to William S. Spurr of Glouces- 
ter land and buildings Herrick and 
Ames streets, Beverly, 94 by 150.08 
feet: 
STARR C. HEWITT 
...OPTICIAN... 
158 Essex Street, SALEM 
aoe : 
THE GRINDING OF LENSES 
Is a delicate operation. ‘ We grind all 
lenses. Factory on premises. Lenses 
fitted to all new styles of centers includ- 
ing Shur-On, So-Easy, Globe, Special, 
Fits-U, New Century, Standard, etc., 
etc. 
STARR @€. HEWITT 
158 Essex Street, Salem 
OS TT 
Pretty Wash Fabrics 
are Arriving Daily. 
ONE OF OUR ANNUAL 
That 
always interests the public of the 
North Shore 
is scheduled for 
Wednesday, 
Thursday, Friday and Saturday of next week. Read about it in 
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THE SALEM EVENING NEWS, TUESDAY, MARGH 14TH 
