No buffalo or black tailed deer. Our Indian ways are almost gone too. The next generation after me can read and write, they grew up in a "white men" school. I see my Indian village, dying. I see the shadows and the war of the river. My Indian life is gone forever.
The way of the Indian is gone forever, the odds of beginning it back are gone. The whit men, adopted their own ways, and out numbers the Indians. Making them gone forever. They must adapt now to the American way because if they rebel again, they will loose everything.
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