These opinions, too, might have made me unpopular with Sioux and Turks--and, perchance, with some of my more enlightened friends, who are self-constituted "lords of creation." I noticed that Indians, like white people, instead of confessing and forsaking their sins, were apt to excuse themselves by telling how much worse their neighbors were.

When told how wicked it was to have more than one wife, they defended themselves by declaring that the Winnebagoes had twice or thrice as many as the Sioux.

The attempt to make one right of two wrongs seems to be instinctive.
I wished to learn correctly the Indian songs which they sing in celebrating their dances.

I sent for a chief, Little Hill, who is a famous singer, but with little perseverance as a teacher of music.

He soon lost all patience with me, refused to continue the lesson, declaring that he could never make me sing like a Sioux squaw.