"Quad's odds"; . digs his den whereonce your council-fires blazed fiercely. The white mansdog plays with the bloody tomahawk of your high-nosed IT IS REALLY SAD. 161 grandpa, and the farmer yells : Haw Buck—gee Bright!in the valleys where the smoke-stained Injun ladies onceplayed croquet. Your, glory has faded. You cant hold acandle to the white man. Dont you feel a goneness ? Only echo answered. You are the last of your race, mister man—the last redwarrior in Michigan. After a few moons more—after thesun rises and sets on a few more days—you will be gath-ered home—collected at a mass conventi
"Quad's odds"; . digs his den whereonce your council-fires blazed fiercely. The white mansdog plays with the bloody tomahawk of your high-nosed IT IS REALLY SAD. 161 grandpa, and the farmer yells : Haw Buck—gee Bright!in the valleys where the smoke-stained Injun ladies onceplayed croquet. Your, glory has faded. You cant hold acandle to the white man. Dont you feel a goneness ? Only echo answered. You are the last of your race, mister man—the last redwarrior in Michigan. After a few moons more—after thesun rises and sets on a few more days—you will be gath-ered home—collected at a mass convention of your partyfriends in the hunting-grounds set aside for scalp-takers inthe land beyond the skies. Then the beech tree will whis-per to the pine, the pine will sigh to the hill-top, and thehill-top will bow its head and ask the gurgling streamletwhere the red children of the forest have fled to. Itsawful sad to think of it—I could weep for you. Wontyou give me your candid opinion on these things ?. HIS TROUBLES WITH REFRIGERATORS. SUPPOSE I have had more trouble with refrigeratorsl than any other man in the West, and it has not beenmy fault, either. I can recall every one I ever had, andcan distinctly remember what happened to them. Thefirst one was called The Arctic Star. The agent followedme four miles on a hot day, while giving me its freezingpoints, and I took it more to reward his industry than any-thing else. I looked high and low that night for some-thing to put in that refrigerator, and only succeeded ingetting hold of ten cents worth of radishes, which I under-took to preserve on twenty-five cents worth of ice. I gotup early, opened the doors and found a cat seated on theshelf, wiping the sweat off her browwith her hind feet. She didnt sayanything, nor did I, but we both didconsiderable thinking, and that boxwent out of doors after didnt propose to open any con-veniences for wearied cats house. the wearied cat. The next was called
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