Around the 15th of March each year, folks start saying, "Give the country back to the Indians!" Well, that's what we want to talk to you about.
although nothing was ever harder for me to do. Kramer hurriedly stepped into the breach. "Mr.--ah--Wetzel, we're waiting for you to repeat what you told us before."
The tall, broad-shouldered young man turned from me to face the long table. There was a graceful dignity about him, in his posture, in the way he held his head, that you don't see often. Again I felt the hair move along my scalp. For a guy who was as nutty as peanut brittle, he was certainly convincing in his role of frontiersman. Turn back the clock far enough and this could have been one of General Anthony Wayne's scouts at the battle of Fallen Timbers. He even smelled the part.
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"My father got hisself put on by General Harmer as a scout a fortnight back. The General, on orders from President Washington, was to lead his sojers to the north after the Injuns up there. Pop allowed as I was ready to try my luck agin the abbregynes, so he took me along.
"Three-four nights after we set out ahead the rest,
This story makes light of a serious subject. It could have been a profound commentary on American history and mentality, instead it's just weekend reading for high school kids. Shame and pity.