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Samantha at the World's Fair

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 2676    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

idn't look no more like our parlor than ours does like a st

, wuz two men a-arguin' on the Injun question. I didn't know 'em, but I see

ed loud-we couldn't help hearin' 'em), they se

the next week the Injuns started off on the war-path. Whether they did it throu

ment denied to intelligent Christian wimmen the rights gin to savage

f suffrage to wimmen and

at they felt jest alike towards the Injuns, and wanted 'em wiped off'en the face of the earth; but they disagreed some as to

they died out of themselves; but they wuz both agreed in bein' h

into the talk. He waded polite, but h

hawks and march on to Washington, and have a war-dance before the Capitol

ve said anything about scalpin' a bureau. Good land! he might talk about sm

ascally agents, and I know what I am talkin' about when I say that, instead of wonderin' about the Injuns risin'

wonder to me that they let one stick remain on another at the agencies-that they don't burn 'em u

browbeat and smut to hear

the Goverment, I am sure, tries to pr

just what their agents are doin', and still protects them in their shameful acts, and sends out troops to

he family for over two hundred years. My babies are to-day runnin' over the same turf that

eir feet, the sun sets right over the same high palisade. Why, that very golden light acrost the water between the tw

ly, such sacred associations cluster around them of my childhood and manhood. And the memories of the dear ones gone seem to be woven into the very warp an

eart. If I had to give it up," sez he, "it would be like tearin' out my ve

e when he said this, and even agitated

e it at a day's notice-leave it forever-leave it so some one else, so

gain, never see a sun rise or a sun set over the dear o

thers, and your children, that were a-sleepin' under the

rooms full of the memories of their love, their joys, and the

but without a shadow of justice or reason, shou

z the man promptly, before he

as strong. Their grief and sense of wrong and outrage is even stronger than the white man's would be, for they don't have the distractions of civilized life to take up their attention. They bro

teful waste, that they must call home, and probably their wives and daughters stolen from them by these agents that are fat and warm, and gettin' rich on the food and

t-dances, haply practisin' them before they go to be ghosts in reality? What wonder that they sharpen up their ancestral tomahawk, and lift i

very other man. We would if we could destroy the destroyers who ravage and plunder our homes, deprive us of the

and fought for liberty-shed rivers of blood to escape from far less i

Christianity, to practise Christian virtues, and

ue Goverment, a lie in the name of liberty

out it?" said the kin

dren of the Goverment, I would try not to use them in

ie to them, and cheat them till the very word 'Goverment' means to them all they can picture of meannes

onsidered their own-if I drove them out in my cupidity and love of conquest, I would in retu

f exile, I would not let them endu

whiskey packed in one wagon, appeals to Chris

m Bibles and whiskey

packed in the same hamper with kegs of brandy, which the Bible and the tracts tea

should don their war-paint and feathers, and go out with it in their hands as missionaries to the w

seized their satchels, and after a sort of a short bow

z conscience-smut

z conscience-smut

-drawin' up his curtains of gorgeous red, and yeller, and crim

estern couch, but what I took to be the undersheet-a clear long fold of sh

the World's Fair, and Josiah and me, as we sot our feet on terry firmy. (That is Latin that I have hear

s a-lookin' friendly at me through the maple trees at Jonesville, and that truly had seemed to be a neighbor, a-neighbor

that nowhere else, unless it wuz at the tower of Babel, wuz the

sez I, "Stay by me, Josiah Allen; if madness and ruin

But he read the silent, tender language of the brown cotton glove on his ar

you? Wimmen are

nd Krit hurried us and our satchel bags into a big roomy carriage, and we soon found ourselves a-

e pass. Some on 'em I know wuz high enough for the tower of Babel-and

ity come over me like a wave, I thought to mys

rairie-dogs, and mush-rats, and squirells wuz a-runnin' along ondisturbed where now stood high blocks full of a busy city's enterprise; when I thought that little pretty, timid birds

ought this t

thinkin' in common readi

go-not so very old either-who wuz the f

t! What a immense house-warmin' she would had to had i

id she see move int

k all her neighbors in! What a immense amount of

dgin' by my own pardner-she would have had to fry millions of nut-cakes. And millions of cookies,

oo big for her mouldin' board. And the biggest Geyser in the West, old Faithful himself, wou

d that old spoutin' Geyser for a teapot or a soda foun

if she had used a volcano to steep her tea

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