AN Indian who had been driven out of a fertile valley by a White
'Now that you have robbed me of my land, there is nothing for me to
do but issue invitations to a war-dance.'
'I don't so much mind your dancing,' said the White Settler,
putting a fresh cartridge into his rifle, 'but if you attempt to
make me dance you will become a good Indian lamented by all who
didn't know you. How did YOU get this land, anyhow?'
The Indian's claim was compromised for a plug hat and a tin horn.