Chiquita, an American Novel: The Romance of a Ute Chief's DaughterTileston, Merrill
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Chiquita, an American Novel: The Romance of a Ute Chief's Daughter
Tileston, Merrill
Indian women -- Fiction; Ute Indians -- Fiction
Jack saw that his father was beginning to tread upon dangerous ground,
that it would take but little to cause an unpleasant scene unless he
could overcome the prejudice now gaining ground with his parents. He
keenly felt the implied lack of confidence which both displayed, and for
a moment he was inclined to become a trifle skeptical himself, but he
quickly reasoned, "If I show any weakening they will hammer all the
harder."
"Father," he slowly began, "and mother, you are both ripe in the
experience of this world, with the civilized method of taking from the
untutored forest man his hunting ground, his home, by the simple process
of a representation from each state of a government; a proposition is
voted upon to drive this native farther and farther toward the setting
sun, farther and farther back, until now he lives in a barren country,
his larder empty and his proud mien broken. The remnant of former
greatness drooped to a low ebb of cunning, outmatched only by the
cunning of the frontier statesman, backed by the grasping political
land-grabber and office-holding despot bidding for votes--these jackals
whose blighting breath corrupt juries, legislatures and even the church
into a belief that it is justice to waylay the child of nature in the
onward march of civilization, to wrest from him the land which God gave
as an heritage. Yes, father, I have unbounded faith in Yamanatz that he
can and will show me the greatest mass of gold in one mine ever
uncovered by the hand of man. I will forestall you as to finance. See,
in this pouch is some twenty pounds of gold dust, which the great chief
gave me for 'pin money,' and in the strong box of the express company is
one hundred pounds of the same kind of dust. This is earnest money. This
deposit, made of his own accord, warrants my belief in his ability to
produce the property. Coupled with this was the watchfulness over me by
both Yamanatz and Chiquita, and but for their care and warning I should
not be here now."
As Jack unrolled the buckskin pouch of nuggets and grains of dull, rich
gold, the look on his father's face changed from one of intense scorn to
deference, from sarcasm to a fawning smile. The avarice in his nature
manifested itself in so apparent a manner that Jack was tempted to make
one little fling, but restrained himself.
"My son, what you have uttered about the Indian being deprived of his
land is the old story. Every once in a while it comes out in a little
different cover, but are we to blame for the actions of our ancestors?
They came here to live, to escape the tyranny of rulers whom they
renounced, and in the seeking of a new world were obliged to treat with
these pagans. Is it not far better to have this country populated with a
race of God-fearing, civilized, labor-giving people, a people who by
their master minds and master hands today provide the world with food,
with clothing, with machinery that other nations may become enlightened
and as progressive as we are?"
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