But they have found favor, in the eyes of thy white men, and they look no more upon the young men of their own blood.
Wherefore the tribe does not increase, nor do the little children longer clutter the way of our feet.

It is so.

The bellies are fuller with the white man's grub; but also are they fuller with the white man's bad whiskey.

Nor could it be otherwise that the young men contrive great wealth; but they sit by night over the cards, and it passes from them, and they speak harsh words one to another, and in anger blows are struck, and there is bad blood between them.

As for old Muskim, there are few offerings of meat and fish and blanket.