William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 1

On taking possession of the land, such strangers fence the fields, and drive intruders from the cattleruns. Worse still, they go into the female market and raise the price of squaws. By offering more money than a Mestizo can afford to give, they have their choice of “helps,” and pay in honest money where a native is disposed to steal. In every ranch we see these Indian girls; at every agency we hear of loud complaints. Young men, not of full blood but only mixed, assert that these English and American strangers take their prettiest damsels, leaving them only the old women and the cast-off squaws.

“ You seem to like my girls,” laughs one of the English settlers; “well, you look at them a good deal. Ha, ha! you think me a monstrous wicked fellow: Lovelace, Lothario, Don Juan all in one! Bless you, it's a fearful bore. Don't pray for a country in which there are no White women, that's my advice! Do you suppose I prefer a dirty squaw who only speaks ten words of English, to a rosy lassie out of Kent? All fiddlesticks. Our proper helps are parted from us by an ocean and a continent. ”