The Noble Savage

To come to the point at once, I beg to say that I have not the least belief in the Noble Savage.  I consider him a prodigious nuisance, and an enormous superstition.  His calling rum fire-water, and me a pale face, wholly fail to reconcile me to him.  I don’t care what he calls me.  I call him a savage, and I call a savage a something highly desirable to be civilised off the face of the earth. 

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