CHAPTER VI.
With the Apache's Compliments.
"Ondoubted," observed the Old Cattleman, during one of our long excursive talks, "ondoubted, the ways an' the motives of Injuns is past the white man's findin' out.

He's shore a myst'ry, the Injun is! an' where the paleface forever fails of his s'lootion is that the latter ropes at this problem in copper-colour from the standp'int of the Caucasian.

Can a dog onderstand a wolf?
Which I should remark not! "It's a heap likely that with Injuns, the white man in his turn is jest as difficult to solve.

An' without the Injun findin' onusual fault with 'em, thar's a triangle of things whereof the savage accooses the paleface.

The Western Injuns at least--for I ain't posted none on Eastern savages, the same bein' happily killed off prior to my time--the Western Injuns lays the bee, the wild turkey, an' that weed folks calls the 'plantain,' at the white man's door.