Materials--there is no end to them! Why, a literature might be made out of the aboriginal all by himself, his character and ways are so freckled with varieties--varieties not staled by familiarity, but new to us.

You do not need to invent any picturesquenesses; whatever you want in that line he can furnish you; and they will not be fancies and doubtful, but realities and authentic.

In his history, as preserved by the white man's official records, he is everything--everything that a human creature can be.

He covers the entire ground.

He is a coward--there are a thousand fact to prove it.
He is brave--there are a thousand facts to prove it.