| When we read of red Indians chasing a helpless
white girl who is fleeing for her life, with bullets and arrows whizzing
around her, the Indians' humanity is not apparent to us; the Indians seem
to us only cruel and brutal, and all our sympathies are with the frightened
girl. The fleeing deer is just as frightened, just as timid, just as void
of offence; the deer's sharp agony and the girl's is the same, and it would
seem to be logical that if the Republican hunter's performance is sport,
and legitimate, the Indian's performance must be also regarded as sport
and legitimate. - Autobiography of Mark Twain, Vol. 3 (2015). |
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| There are many indications that the Thug often hunted men for the mere
sport of it; that the fright and pain of the quarry were no more to him
than are the fright and pain of the rabbit or the stag to us; and that he
was no more ashamed of beguiling his game with deceits and abusing its trust
than are we when we have imitated a wild animal's call and shot it when
it honored us with its confidence and came to see what we wanted. - Following the Equator |
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