of the Red Indians and their farms. They are houses of mud, wretched to look upon, showing that their inhabitants are a poor folk... The greater part of them work at farming and handicraft (though a large part of their young men today have gained an educa-tion and gone out into the arena of American life, working in it like any other American). The Red Indian's skin inclines markedly to redness; his face is oval in shape, with eyes more like the eyes of the Chinese than any other eyes,

a straight nose, and large lips. His hair is black, flowing, and thick, and he is of middling stature and moderate stoutness. But the pure Red Indian is rare to find today, after they have mingled with the white race so visibly that fair hair, blue eyes, and white skin are not rare things among them — yet they all take pride in the red blood that runs in their veins. Their culture, likewise, has so mingled with the general American culture that it has nearly faded away: they have exchanged their traditional

dress for European dress, just as they have replaced all the outward forms of their life with the forms recognized in America today. Yet their spirit still differs somewhat from the spirit of the generality of their countrymen: the Indian inclines to withdrawal and to keeping apart from people, and he carries within himself a pride and a loftiness placed there by the bygone generations and by a history filled with a high culture and an unending defeat.