The Marauders of Frontiers

Today the forests have fallen; its gloomy inhabitants, gradually rejected by the civilization that persecutes them without truce or rest, have fled step by step before it; they have gone in search of safer retreats in the distance, taking their parents' bones with them lest they be unearthed and desecrated by the ruthless share of the white plow, which carves its long and productive furrow over their former homelands. hunt.

Is this continuous, incessant clearing of the American continent an evil? Not by the way; on the contrary, progress, which marches by leaps and bounds and tends to transform the soil of the New World within a century, deserves all our sympathies. Nevertheless, we cannot help feeling a feeling of painful sympathy for this unfortunate race brutally outlawed, pitilessly hemmed in on all sides, diminishing day by day and fatally doomed to disappear very soon from that land, whose immense territory, four centuries ago at the most, covered with its innumerable masses.