CHAPTER XIX.
THE INDIANS ACCOUNT OF THE CREATION.
became almost thoroughly an
Indian. The clash and struggle of the
world below had ground upon my
nerves, and I was glad to get away.
Perhaps by nature I inclined to the dreamy and care
less life of the Arabs of America ; certainly my sym
pathies had always been with them, and now my whole
heart and soul entered into the wild life in the forest.
In fact from the first few months I had spent with
these people a sort of prisoner I had a keen but
inexpressed desire to be with them and them alone.
Now my desire was wholly gratified. I had seen
my last, my only friend depart, and had shut the
door behind him with a slam a sort of fierce delight
that I should be left alone in the wilderness.
No more plans for getting money; no more re proach from fast and clever men who managed the lower world; no more insults from the coarse and insolent; no more bumping of my head against the
