is the name proposed by Creek and Cherokee
radicals for the Indian
countries, when the tribes shall have become a people, and the hunting grounds a State.
Enthusiasts, like Adair
, dream of such a time.
These Indians cannot heal their tribal wounds, nor get their sixteen thousand Cherokees to live in peace; yet they indulge the hope of reconciling Creek and Seminole
, under a common rule and a single flag.
Still more, their hearts go out into a day when tribes still wild and pagan-Cheyennes, Apaches, Kiowas, and other Bad Faces — will have ceased to lift cattle and steal squaws, will have buried the hatchet and scalping-knife, and will have learned to read penny fiction and to drink whisky like White
That day is yet a long way off.