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Mr. Bunion: Here comes an Indian. I'm tired as usual and I'll sit down here and see if I can't get him to talk. A man who permits nothing to worry him at all.
Mr. Bunion: How are you? It's hot isn't it? You look well. I hope you feel well. How is your family?
Mr. Bunion: Do you fellows never worry. Have you no troubles?
Man: Me have heap bad time with pale face. White man come make me much pain but me brave. No scared, no pain, Indian brave!
Mr. Bunion: I wish I was like him. Man: Me brave, me no scared.
Mr. Bunion: If I were like him I wish I could stare into the black future like he, not a care, not a worry, yet he thinks the white man has the best of it. I wish I was an Indian.
Mr. Bunion: Oh, well, I don't know what to think. I think that there are a few Indians among us at that but I'm out of it. I'm no Indian!