The saddest day hath gleams of light, The darkest wave hath bright foam beneath it, The twinkles o'er the cloudiest night, Some solitary star to cheer it.
The saddest day hath gleams of light, The darkest wave hath bright foam beneath it, The twinkles o'er the cloudiest night, Some solitary star to cheer it.
Nobody really knows Indians who cheat them and treat them badly.
Most of teachers have but one object, viz. to draw their salary. I do not think that a teacher should have no salary. But I think they should earn it first and then think of it.
If you make fun of bad persons you make yourself beneath them. . . . Be kind to bad and good, for you don't know your own heart.
I would place al1 the Indians of Nevada on ships in our harbor, take them to New York and land them there as immigrants, that they might be received with open arms . . . and thus placed beyond the necessity of reservation help . . .
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