Said he, "To think of that dog Chivington, and his hounds, up thar at Sand Creek! Whoever heerd of sich doings among Christians! The pore Injuns had our flag flyin over 'em, that same old stars and stripes thar we all love and honor, and they'd bin told down to Denver, that so long as they kept that flyin they'd be safe. Well, then, here come along that durned Chivington and his cusses. They'd bin out several days huntin hostile Injuns, and couldn't find none no whar, and if they had, they'd run from them, you bet! So they just pitched into these friendlies, and massa-_creed_ them--yes, sir, literally massa-_creed_ them--in cold blood, in spite of our flag thar--women and little children even! Why, Senator Foster told me with his own lips, (and him and his committee investigated this, you know), that that thar d----d miscreant and his men shot down squaws, and blew the brains out of little innocent children--even pistoled little babies in the arms of their dead mothers, and worse than this! And ye call _these_ civilized men--Christians; and the Injuns savages, du ye? "I tell ye what; I don't like a hostile Red Skin any better, than you du. And when they are hostile, I've fit 'em--fout 'em--as hard as any man. But I never yit drew a bead on a squaw or papoose, and I loathe and hate the man who would. 'Tain't nateral for brave men to kill women and little children, and no one but a coward or a dog would do it. Of course, when we white men du sich awful things, why these pore ignorant critters don't know no better, than to follow suit. Poor things! I've seen as much of 'em as any white man livin, and I can't help but pity 'em! They'll all soon be gone anyhow."