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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · May 13, 1886

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 12, No. 18.

Served Him Right.

ON a Fort Wayne train approaching Chicago, there was a short-statured, straight-haired, copper-colored Indian, going back to the reservation after a trip to the Indian school at Carlyle, Pa. He wore a nice suit of clothes, which fitted him badly, and a paper collar, without any neck-tie. He attended strictly to his own business, and was unmolested until a young fellow came into the smoking-car from the sleeper. "An Indian, I guess," said the young man, as he lighted a cigarette. And then approaching the son of the plains, he attracted general attention by shouting, with strange gestures, "Ugh, heap big Injun! Omaha! Sioux! Pawnee! See great father! Have drink fire-water? Warm Injun's blood!" The copper-colored savage gazed at the young man a moment with an ill-con-cealed expression on his face, and then he said, with good pronunciation, "You must have been reading dime novels, sir; I am going back to my people in Montana, after spending three years in the East at school. I advise you to do the same thing. No, I do not drink whisky. Where I live gentlemen do not carry whisky flasks in their pockets." The cigarette was not smoked out, and amid a general laugh, a much crest-fallen young man retired to the sleeping coach.—Youth's Companion.