A foul deed at which the heart shudders has been done; but the wretches by whom it was committed have been able to cover their tracks." And that was the last of it.

The whole nation gives a shudder of fear at the announcement of an Indian massacre and outrage.

But in all our large cities are savages more cruel and brutal in their instincts than the Comanches, and they torture and outrage and murder a hundred poor victims for every one that is exposed to Indian brutality, and there comes no succor.

Is it from ignorance of the fact?
No, no, no! There is not a Judge on the bench, not a lawyer at the bar, not a legislator at the State capital, not a mayor or police-officer, not a minister who preaches the gospel of Christ, who came to seek and to save, not an intelligent citizen, but knows of all this.
What then?
Who is responsible?
The whole nation arouses itself at news of an Indian assault upon some defenseless frontier settlement, and the general government sends troops to succor and to punish.

But who takes note of the worse than Indian massacres going on daily and nightly in the heart of our great cities?
Who hunts down and punishes the human wolves in our midst whose mouths are red with the blood of innocence?
Their deeds of cruelty outnumber every year a hundred--nay, a thousand--fold the deeds of our red savages.