----- 犹他州斯普林维尔的简史
As for the pioneers. Their days are numbered. Their life's work is done. And that it has been well done none will care to dispute. The rude forces of Nature were made subservient to their will. And to minister to our comfort and pleasure. The wild Indian who once owned these fair acres and who roamed at pleasure. Hunting and fishing. Upon the grassy expanses and beside the streams and lake in our beautiful valley. Stands now a melancholy specter upon the horizon. As he is about to disappear forever from the haunts of men. But few of the Red — men remain to tell of the rude race that has been supplanted by tiie restless and progressive Pale-face. The conquest was inevitable. The two races could not live in the same valley. And as Fate has ordained. The weak gave wav to the strong. It has been so from the morning of time. The room of the inferior races has been more desirable than their company. And acting upon this theory the superior races have. With almost ruthless hand. Swept everything undesirable to themselves. Or that retarded their progress. To the wall.
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