In war or peace the Indian is cruel in revenge; but we cannot forget the massacres of Memphis. The victim in his grasp is tortured; but we remember the Chisholm and Hamburg horrors, and those in the negro parishes outside of New Orleans. He destroys without mercy, and devastates without remorse; but the Pittsburgh riots, the New York mobs, and the Commune of San Francisco, belong to the white race. He has burnt a few of our hamlets and settlers’ cabins. We have swept him and his household and his camps,—the only houses and cities that he can call his own—with canister and grape, the hail of iron and lead and fire. Having no commissariat, he has starved his prisoners. Without transportation or fortress for their safe keeping, he often raises the black flag and slays them at sight. But again and again, at the outset of battle, the order has moved along our line, “Take no prisoners!” Cold as steel, we have made a jest of his life, and hailed him good only when dead. We have steadily driven him from one hunting ground to another, over the rivers and beyond the lakes, hemmed him in from the gulfs and the oceans, crowded him off the prairies into rugged mountains, compelled him to sell his native lands, and have let loose the dogs of war upon him, because, forsooth, he has had the manhood to resist our march of doom against his race. If he has counted us the aggressors and the outlaws, we have hurled back upon him the fiercest invective known to human speech. If he, in the wild delirium of madness, has outraged and mutilated his captive, we have, in fiercer and more fiery passion, counselled, if not plotted, his extermination. Progress in Civilization. Proofs press upon the eye and ear of agents and employees that he does more and better with the means in his hand for the support of himself and family than other men would. I visited ten Indian families at their homes on the S’Kokomish reservation, on the 15th of August, and saw twenty more of their frame-boarded houses enclosed within their small claims. About thirty of the Indians, having finished haying, were away from home, most of them hunting in the mountains, or fishing at the weirs. Those at home had neat, well swept rooms, usually a sitting-room, bed-room and kitchen. Almost every one had a cooking stove, with its furniture, and crockery on the table, or in the cupboard a few chairs or benches, a clock in every house (often two), occasionally a rocking-chair and bureau, always one or two bedsteads, with beds and blankets, and often covered with a neat quilt of the wife’s taste and make. Cards and pictures were hung on the walls, and some of their photographs, also. They were dressed in comfortable clothes, and were glad of a call and a kindly greeting. They are adopting the manners of their white teachers.