Summary of J. W. Schultz's My Life as an Indian

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#1 I was in the sere and yellow leaf, dried and shrivelled, about to fall and become one with my millions of predecessors. I was unable to do anything except live over in memory the stirring years I spent on the frontier.

#2 I was excited to see the Far West, land of my dreams and aspirations. I saw the beautiful groves and rolling green slopes of the lower river, the weird bad lands above them, and the picturesque cliffs and walls of sandstone, carved into all sorts of fantastic shapes and form by wind and storm.

#3 I, a young and foolish traveler, was not ready to believe that I, who thought so highly of the Indians, would live with them and be a friend to them, could possibly receive any harm. But one day, between the Round Butte and the mouth of the Musselshell River, we came upon a ghastly sight.

#4 The first boat to arrive at Fort Benton that spring was the Ours. The inhabitants had prepared for us, and when we turned the bend and neared the levee, cannon boomed, flags waved, and the entire population assembled on the shore to greet us.

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