The Comanches have left us a long, long time, but the Apaches and Arrapahoes have not yet forgotten the hunting-grounds where their fathers were born.

When I was but a young hunter, they would come every snow to the lodge of our Manitou, to offer their presents.

It was long before any Pale-face had passed the mountains.

Since that the leaves of the oaks have grown and died eighty times.

It is a long while for a man, but for a nation it is but as yesterday.
"They are our children,--it would be good to have them with us; they would share our hunts; we would divide our wealth with them.