Injuns is like skunks, if ye trust 'em they'll sp'ile ye.

They eat like beasts an' think like beasts, an' live like beasts, an' talk like angels.

Paint an' bear's grease, an' squaw-fun, an' fur, an' wampum, an' meat, an' rum, is all they think on.

I've et their vittles many a time an' I'm obleeged to tell ye it's hard work.
Too much hair in the stew! They stick their paws in the pot an' grab out a chunk an' chaw it an' bolt it, like a dog, an' wipe their hands on their long hair.

They brag 'bout the power o' their jaws, which I ain't denyin' is consid'able, havin' had an ol' buck bite off the top o' my left ear when I were tied fast to a tree which--you hear to me--is a good time to learn Injun language 'cause ye pay 'tention clost.