AN Indian who had been driven out of a fertile valley by a White
Settler, said:
"Now that you have robbed me of my land, there is nothing for me to
do but issue invitations to a war-dance."
"I don't so much mind your dancing," said the White Settler,
putting a fresh cartridge1 into his rifle, "but if you attempt to
make me dance you will become a good Indian lamented2 by all who
didn't know you. How did YOU get this land, anyhow?"
The Indian's claim was compromised for a plug hat and a tin horn.
