Every Indian nation in the United States to-day, who will _receive_ them, have _beautiful_ reservations, which are the very _gardens of the Union_; and their every want is most _bounteously_ supplied. The only tribes that are to-day _suffering_ are those who will not _receive_ from the hand of plenty. But in _spite_ of all this, there are some of the tribes breaking from their agencies every few months and committing their bloody outrages, which boil a human’s blood; and the _clemency_ of the Government is exhibited by its capturing the murderers and placing them back upon their homes, giving them new blankets and rifles, and telling them not to do so again,--_sometimes_ giving them a _trial_, but rarely giving them the _deserved penalty_. Persons seated in their comfortable _mansions_ in the land from whence savagedom has long since been driven, and where the protecting arm of _civilization_ is thrown around them, are prone to speak of the _poor Indian_ eking out a miserable livelihood from the western deserts and barren mountains, and continually persecuted and provoked by the cruel _white man_, only waiting for an opportunity to kill them off. _Oh, fie!_ Go see what _I_ have seen, and learn the _truth_, and your sympathies will be banished by _bitter scorn_. Go see the poor emigrant, who has taken his little family to a new home in the sundown land, shot down at his labor and scalped in the furrow, his dear wife and innocent babes _crushed with the hatchet_, their blood spilled upon the cabin floor, and their brains spattered against the wall. Go [Illustration: THEIR CRUELTY.] experience realities, and have your all and dearest on earth torn from you, and hear their heart-rending cries as they are carried off by savage demons, and see how the red devils can _mock mercy_ and torture _helpless innocence_; and if the fire within your bosom does not kindle and you do not say that the devils _have it only too good_, there must be little soul within. God knows that _I_ would be the last to mention _violence_; but I have seen decency outraged and sweet infancy tortured, and have witnessed _so many sickening sights_ that my blood boils whenever I think of them and my right arm twitches for vengeance. The first tribe that starts a war should be made _an example_ of, and the last wretch laid low; then outbreaks would be fewer. As it is, there is continually trouble all along the frontier, and no man is safe. If the Government would only empower a company of _cow-boys_ and _hunters_ to pursue them when out on the war-path, there would be less damage and severer _reprimands_; but until the soldiers capture them, with their blue ribbon and military maneuvers, the devils have done all the mischief they want to do and are ready to surrender. The Indians all _appear friendly_; but a chance is all that is wanted to place your scalp bleeding upon a pole while they sing their bloody songs around it. It is their nature.