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Show "Woodworker," an Indian chief, says he has never seen a gray-haired Indian in his life, and he has seen some over ninety years old. It is because an Indian has no trouble, no worriment, or anything that way. His wife chops all the wood, builds the fire, goes to the market at daylight, stones tramps out of the front yard, and blacks his boots; and he is not tormented by tax-collectors, gas bills and lightning rod peddlers. Let an Indian start a twenty-four column newspaper in a six column town to fill a long felt want, and his hair would turn gray in one night. |