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LO, THE POOR INDIAN

is here again this season, but the Saratogians
have run him a little further into the woods—
further towards the setting sun. The name
applies well, for they are all low Indians.
Artemus Ward says the Indians came to him
on the plains and said: “White brother, we
are just traveling toward the setting sun.
In a few moons more the lone Indian will
touch the setting sun;” “and then,” said
Artemus, “they stole our whiskey and blankets, and started for
the sun!”