"Just think, we are taking' away from these people everything in the world they had.
They were happy as we are--happier, perhaps--and they had their little ambitions, the same as we have ours.

We are driving them away from their old country, all over the West, until it is hard to see where they can get a foothold to call their own.

We drive them and fight them and kill them, and then--well, then we forget them." Curly had a certain sense of politeness, so he kept silence for a time.
"Well," said he at length, "a Injun could tan hides better'n a white man kin--at least some white men." "I'm not so sure of that," said Franklin, rousing and replying stoutly.
"The white man wins by dodging the issue.

Now, look you, the Indian squaw you tell me about would probably hack and hack away at this hide by main strength in getting the flesh off the inside.

I am sure I shall do it better, because I shall study which way the muscles run, and so strip off the flesh along those lines, and not across them." "I didn't know that made any difference," said Curly.