No lessons inculcating the beauty and sure reward of goodness or the hideousness and certain punishment of vice are ever wasted on him.

The men by whom he is surrounded, and to whom he looks as models for his future life, are great and renowned just in proportion to their ferocity, to the scalps they have taken, or the thefts they have committed.

His earliest boyish memory is probably a dance of rejoicing over the scalps of strangers, all of whom he is taught to regard as enemies.

The lessons of his mother awaken only a desire to take his place as soon as possible in fight and foray.

The instruction of his father is only such as is calculated to fit him best to act a prominent part in the chase, in theft, and in murder....