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Thames Star, Volume VII, Issue 1947, 1 April 1875, Page 3

Indian Pbogbess.—When the^ poor Indian (whether his name be Lo, High, or Jack) becomes steady enough to indulge in an annual fair, and to go in for the premiums, we have reason to hope that he will stop painting himself, turn his tomahawk into a screw driver, and keep his scalpomania under strict control. The fair at Muskogee, Indian territory, on the 27th ult, lacked no beautifnl horses, charming pigs, nor lovely poultry. There were waggons made by Cherokees, and cotton raised by Greeks and Seminoles; and there was an address " breathing words of encouragement," as we are informed; and very much we hope that every paragraph of it didn't begin " Brothers !" and that there was no nonsense in it about the Great Father in Washington, or the Great Spirit in quite a different place. When an Indian, instead of sitting idly in his wigwam, singing, " 0 Why Does the White Man Follow My Path?" bends all his energies to the making of waggons and the raising of improved hogs, he may not be quite so picturesque a character as we find him when figuring in Mr Cooper's novels; but it has always been our opinion that novels were made for man,'and not man for novels.—New York Tribune.