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In the year of 1492, when Christopher Columbus first set foot on the soil of \“THE NEW WORLD,\” there were an approximated, though unconfirmed, six million Native Indians, of differing tribal cultures, and systems, spread all across what is now America, and Canada. By the years end of 1890, when the rifle and cannon had fallen silent, and the sabres safely sheathed, and the bow, lance, and tomahawk were finally thrown to the ground in defeat. That figure had been reduced to a mere, staggering, two hundred and fifty thousand souls. Many, many of their number had died between the years of 1860 and 1890, the period covered within these pages. Most of these souls, drawing their final breath, under a false belief, that to live in a land no longer their own, and to adopt a culture totally alien to them, would, after all their suffering, be of immense value to them. Those Indians voices, that had helped the first settlers to survive their first winter in \“the new world, had, by the year of 1890, been reduced from a roar, to a mere whisper on the wind. In the year of 1492, when Christopher Columbus first set foot on the soil of \"THE NEW WORLD,\” there were an approximated, though unconfirmed, six million Native Indians, of differing tribal cultures, and systems, spread all across what is now America, and Canada. By the years end of 1890, when the rifle and cannon had fallen silent, and the sabres safely sheathed, and the bow, lance, and tomahawk were finally thrown to the ground in defeat. that figure had been reduced to a mere, staggering, two hundred and fifty thousand souls. Many, many of their number had died between the years of 1860 and 1890, the period covered within these pages. Most of these souls, drawing their final breath, under a forced but false belief, that to live in a land no longer their own, and to adopt a culture totally alien to them, would, after all their suffering, be of immense value to them. Those Indians voices, that had helped the first settlers to survive their first winter in \“the new world, had, by the year of 1890, been reduced from a roar, to a mere whisper on the wind.
