But we know that such a picture is purely fantastic. The first peoples
worthy of the name came together under the inspiration of an idea of
union which the barbarians who lived more or less near them not only
failed to conceive so quickly, but never conceived at all. The early
peoples emigrated from their first home and came across other peoples,
which they conquered; but these again neither understood nor ever
adopted with any intelligence the main ideas in the civilization which
had been imposed on them. Far from showing that all the tribes of
mankind are intellectually alike, the nations capable of civilization
have always proved the contrary, first by the absolutely different
foundations on which they based their states, and secondly by the marked
antipathy which they showed to each other. The force of example has
never awakened any instinct, in any people, which did not spring from
their own nature. Spain and the Gauls saw the Phœnicians, the Greeks,
and the Carthaginians, set up flourishing towns, one after the other, on
their coasts. But both Spain and the Gauls refused to copy the manners
and the government of these great trading powers. When the Romans came
as conquerors, they only succeeded in introducing a different spirit by
filling their new dominions with Roman colonies. Thus the case of the
Celts and the Iberians shows that civilization cannot be acquired
without the crossing of blood.
Consider the position of the American Indians at the present day. They
live side by side with a people which always wishes to increase in
numbers, to strengthen its power. They see thousands of ships passing up
and down their waterways. They know that the strength of their masters
is irresistible. They have no hope whatever of seeing their native land
one day delivered from the conqueror; their whole continent is
henceforth, as they all know, the inheritance of the European. A glance
is enough to convince them of the tenacity of those foreign institutions
under which human life ceases to depend, for its continuance, on the
abundance of game or fish. From their purchases of brandy, guns, and
blankets, they know that even their own coarse tastes would be more
easily satisfied in the midst of such a society, which is always
inviting them to come in, and which seeks, by bribes and flattery, to
obtain their consent. It is always refused. They prefer to flee from one
lonely spot to another; they bury themselves more and more in the heart
of the country, abandoning all, even the bones of their fathers. They
will die out, as they know well; but they are kept, by a mysterious
feeling of horror, under the yoke of their unconquerable repulsion from
the white race, and although they admire its strength and general
superiority, their conscience and their whole nature, in a word, their
blood, revolts from the mere thought of having anything in common with
it.
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