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HE lndian race is slowly, but surely disappearing T before the advancing hordes of their pale-faced brothers. The lives of these red men have formed the theme of many a story of love, and war, and hate. They knew not peace, for their chief glory was war. Though the race is fast fading, like the mists of the morning, the still hovering sun-tinted vapors suggest fanciful visions of mysterious life, and allure us to peer into the gloom to view their forest homes, for we are all children of nature. Lndian story furnishes much of the romance for childhood, and the religious theory and progress of the race should constitute an interesting reality for mature years, as they are an integral part of the human race.
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