Part 12 (2/2)
”At least, I can scarcely make myself out worse than you believe me to be.” The twinkle was gone from MacNair's eyes now, and he spoke more gruffly. ”Of what use is all this talk? You are firmly convinced of my character. Your opinion of me concerns me not at all. Even if I were to attempt to make my position clear to you, you would not believe anything I should tell you.”
”What defence can there be to conduct such as yours?”
”Defence! Do you imagine I would stoop to defend my conduct to _you_--to one who is, either wittingly or unwittingly, hand in glove with Pierre Lapierre?”
The unconcealed scorn of the man's words stung Chloe to the quick.
”Pierre Lapierre is a man!” she cried with flas.h.i.+ng eyes. ”He is neither afraid nor ashamed to declare his principles. He is the friend of the Indians--and G.o.d knows they need a friend--living as they do by sufferance of such men as you, and the men of the Hudson Bay Company!”
”You believe that, I think,” MacNair said quietly. ”I wonder if you are really such a fool, or do you know Lapierre for what he is?”
”Yes!” exclaimed the girl, her face flushed. ”I _do_ know him for what he is! He is a _man_! He knows the North. I am learning the North, and together we will drive you and your kind out of the North.”
”You cannot do that,” he said. ”Lapierre, I will crush as I would crush a snake. I bear you no ill will. As you say, you will learn the North--for you will remain in the North. I told you once that you would soon tire of your experiment, but I was wrong. Your eyes are the eyes of a fighting man.”
”Thank you, Mr.--MacNair----”
”Why not Brute MacNair?”
Chloe shook her head. ”No,” she said. ”Not that--not after--I think I shall call you Bob MacNair.”
The man looked perplexed. ”Women are not like men,” he said, simply.
”I do not understand you at times. Tell me--why did you come into the North?”
”I thought I had made that plain. I came to bring education to the Indians. To do what I can to lighten their burden and to make it possible for them to compete with the white man on the white man's terms when this country shall bow before the inevitable advance of civilization; when it has ceased to be the land beyond the outposts.”
”We are working together then,” answered, MacNair. ”When you have learned the North we shall be--friends.”
”Never! I----”
”Because you will have learned,” he continued, ignoring her protest, ”that education is the last thing the Indians need. If you can make better trappers and hunters of them; teach them to work in mines, timber, on the rivers, you will come nearer to solving their problem than by giving them all the education in the world. No, Miss Chloe Elliston, they can't play the white man's game--with the white man's chips.”
”But they can! In the States we----”
”Why didn't you stay in the States?”
”Because the government looks after the education of the Indians--provides schools and universities, and----”
”And what do they turn out?”
”They turn out lawyers and doctors and engineers and ministers of the gospel, and educated men in all walks of life. We have Indians in Congress!”
”How many? And how many are lawyers and doctors and engineers and ministers of the gospel? And how many can truthfully be said to be 'educated men in all walks of life'? A mere handful! Where one succeeds, a hundred fail! And the others return to their reservation, dissolute, dissatisfied, to live on the bounty of your government; you, yourself, will admit that when an Indian does rise into a profession for which his education has fitted him, he is an object of wonder--a man to be written about in your newspapers and talked about in your homes. And then your sentimentalists--your fools--hold him up as a type! Not your educated Indians are reaping the benefit of your government's belated attention, but those who are following the calling for which nature has fitted them--stock-raising and small farming on their allotted reservations. The educated ones know that the government will feed and clothe them--why should they exert themselves?
”Here in the North, because the Indians have been dealt with sanely, and not herded onto restricted reservations, and subjected to the experiments of departmental fools well-intentioned--and otherwise--they are infinitely better off. They are free to roam the woods, to hunt and to trap and to fish, and they are contented. They remain at the posts only long enough to do their trading, and return again to the wilds. For the most part they are truthful and sober and honest. They can obtain sufficient clothing and enough to eat. The lakes and the rivers teem with fish, and the woods and the barrens abound with game,
”Contrast these with the Indians who have come more intimately into contact with the whites. You can see them hanging about the depots and the grogeries and rum shops of the railway towns, degenerate, diseased, reduced to beggary and petty thievery. And you do not have to go to the railway towns to see the effect of your civilization upon them.
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