I told him I was an attorney-at-law.

“A noble profession,” he remarked.  “Next to medicine I regard it as the noblest profession known to our limited capabilities.  Do you ever think,” he asked me, “that the medical profession is devoted to relieving physical ills?  To warding off death?  The law, on the other hand, takes care of your property rights.  It is supposed to be the guardian of the weak.  How often, however, do we see its mission perverted, and how often it becomes an oppressor of the unfortunate.  How many times do we see it aiding in the accumulation of those large fortunes with which our modern civilization is fast becoming burdened and brutalized.”

While I had never contracted the filthy habit of smoking, I had in my pocket several good cigars.  I extended the case to my newfound friend.  He took one, thanked me, bit off the end, lit it and puffed away with evident enjoyment.  I took the liberty of asking him his business.  “I am a professor of belles lettres and philosophy in the Indian College on the Klamath reservation.  I am here on my vacation.  I was born and reared to early manhood in these mountains.  They still have a charm for me.  While I love my books and my labors, there is a freedom in my life here which appeals to me.  Here I go back to natural life, and study again the book of nature.  Each day I take a lesson from the wild animals of the forest, from the surging streams and twittering birds.  Here I can better realize how small is man in the general plan of creation.”

He hesitated, and I took advantage of his silence and asked him about the religion of his race.  Whether the modern red man adhered to the teachings of his tribe, or leaned toward the white man’s God.  Replying, he delivered to me a discourse of considerable length, which, as near as I can recollect it now, ran as follows: 

A Red Agnostic.

“My people have been too busy these many years filling their stomachs to pay much attention to saving their souls.  We teach a religion that inculcates good behavior, and promises as a reward for a well-spent life an eternity of bliss in the happy hunting ground.  Our future is depicted by our priests as a materialistic future, where we follow the chase, defeat our enemies and enjoy to our full those things which render us happy in this world.  Personally, I have long since discarded the teachings of my people, and I am in a state of doubt which seriously perplexes me.  I have read much and widely on this subject.  I find that you white men have not one religion, but many.  You are divided into sects, torn by factions.  From the teachings of history I would think that the multitude of denominations you support was your greatest safeguard.  You know from times past, when a religion becomes too powerful it becomes also intolerant, and persecutions follow.  I am loath to accept the Christian theory of the origin of man or his probable destiny.  Science teaches us that the human being