William Henry Giles Kingston,
In the Rocky Mountains: A Tale of Adventure
“ As we got close to the house, an Indian started up from behind a copse which grew on the side of the hill. He had neither war-paint nor ornaments on, and looked weary and travel-stained. He was a young, active man; but, at the first glance, I did not like his countenance. A person unaccustomed to Indians cannot easily distinguish one from another, although in reality they vary in appearance as much as white men do; as does also the expression of their countenances."Are you going to the farm?" he asked, addressing me. He knew at once by my dress that I was a settler. ”
