at the savage is
infinitely happier with the worship of the sun, the wind, the water as
animate objects, than we in the realm of knowledge with our defunct
moons and birdless heavens."

Chiquita spent a great portion of her senior year in day dreaming and
imaginings, often putting her thoughts into manuscript form. Not that
she expected to use them, but because she read the stories she thus
improvised over and over to herself, occasionally sending one to Jack
for his inspection and criticism. If Jack said it was good she kept it,
but if he made objections to any portion, she destroyed the whole. In
one of these she wrote of her people and herself and the utter folly of
any attempt on the part of the Indians to regain their lost hunting
ground and lands. She wrote thus:

"Alas! for my people! The Great Spirit of the white man is probably the
same as the Great Manitou of the red man, the Buddha of the Hindoo and
the Mahomet of the Arab. All worship a divine being, all nations and
tribes of the earth acknowledge a power, mysterious, ever present but
unseen, who rules the world, the elements and the actions of his
followers. The white races are intellectual, far outranking the black
man of Africa, the yellow man of eastern Asia and the red man of
America. In the end I see but one result, the occupation by them of the
entire world and ultimate blotting out of all religion except the
Christian belief in the Messiah, who in the form of man was crucified to
do away with the offerings, sacrifices and consecrated rites established
by the Hebrews and observed by them without dissension until the
commencement of the Christian era. But there are Jews today still
looking for the King promised by the old prophets of the Bible, and
while prophecy upon prophecy has been fulfilled in a most marvelous
manner, these people with no country, no flag, no standing as a nation
are promised the earth and fulness thereof and a new Jerusalem.

"Do not the followers of Buddha look forward from the death of Gaudama,
who became incarnate 500 years B. C., to the thousands of years which
must pass before another Buddha appears to restore the world from
ignorance and decay? Do not the noble red-skinned tribes of the great
American continent pray to their Manitou for the restoration of the land
where the buffalo roam and the paleface cannot molest them?

"But, alas, my people! The heathen world must succumb before the strides
of education, science an