Thinks'es I, "It is enough to make a Injun mad, or anything else."

[Illustration: "They denied the right of suffrage to wimmen and give
it to the Injuns."]

But I didn't speak my mind out loud, and they begun to talk earnest and
excited about 'em, and I could see as they went on that they felt jest
alike towards the Injuns, and wanted 'em wiped off'en the face of the
earth; but they disagreed some as to the ways they wanted 'em wiped. One
of 'em wanted 'em shot right down to once, and exterminated jest as you
kill potato-bugs.

The other wanted 'em drove further off and shet up tighter till they
died out of themselves; but they wuz both agreed in bein' horrified and
disgusted at the Injuns darin' to fight the whites.

And first I knew Krit jest waded right into the talk. He waded polite,
but he waded deep right off the first thing.

And, sez he, "Before they all die I hope they will sharpen up their
tommyhawks and march on to Washington, and have a war-dance before the
Capitol, and take a few scalps there amongst the law-makers and the
Injun bureau."

He got kinder lost and excited by his feelin's, Krit did, or he wouldn't
have said anything about scalpin' a bureau. Good land! he might talk
about smashin' its draws up, but nobody ever hearn of scalpin' a bureau
or a table.

But he went on dretful smart, and, sez he, "Gentlemen, I have lived