ayal and
desertion. The woman was disgraced before her people. And so when they
retreated before the encroachments of the whites, she, being despised
and cast off by her people, remained behind waiting the promised return
of her lover. He? He did not even acknowledge his child. This General,
who had taken the lives of a thousand men, had not the moral courage to
reach out a hand to this one little waif which he had called into
existence.

Do you know, there never was a dog drowned in the pound so base and low
that he would not fight? Yet this brute-valor is largely admired, even
to this day, by Christian people. This man could kill men, could risk
his own life, but he could not give this innocent child his name.

And so it was, the boy, after he had learned to read, by the help of
Forty-nine, and an occasional missionary who sometimes preached to the
miners, and spent the pleasant summer months in the mountains--this boy,
I say, who at last had heard all the story of his father's weakness and
wickedness from Forty-nine's lips disdained to use his name, but chose
one famous in the annals of the Indians. And this brief sketch is about
all there is to tell of the young man who lay dead in chains, in the
prison-pen of the Reservation.

"Civilization kills the Indian," said the Doctor that morning in his
daily round, after he had examined the dead bodies.

"He does not look so desperate, after all," said an officer, as he held
his nose with his thumb and finger, and leaned forward to look at the
dead Indian, while his other hand held his sword gracefully at his side.
And then this officer, after making certain that this desperate
character was quite dead, drew forth his cigar-case, struck a light, and
climbing upon his horse, galloped back to his quarters on the hill.

The Doctor, now left alone, stooped and put back the long silken hair
from the thin baby-face of the boy, as the body was brought out and
being carried to the cart made to receive the dead, and remarked that it
was not at all like that of the other Indians. Another young officer
came by as the Doctor did this, and his attention was called to the
fact. The officer tapped his sword-hilt a little, looked curiously at
the pitiful, pinched little face, and then ordering the soldiers to move
on with their burden, he turned to the Doctor and remarked, as the two
went back together to their quarters on the hill, that "no doubt it was
the effect of the few days of