<h2 id="CHAPTER_XIX">CHAPTER XIX<br/> <span class="medium">THE INDIAN AND REPINING</span></h2>
<p class="drop"><span class="upper">In</span> all my association with Indians, I cannot recall a
single instance of repining, regret over the unalterable
events of the past, weeping or wailing over joys
lost, demoralizing self-pity, or magnified distress because
“we have seen better days.” The simple,
unpretentious, really democratic life of the Indian
disposes of these latter ills to which the white race is
heir by rendering them impossible, and repining and
self-pity seem to have no place in their vocabulary.
They weep and wail when their loved ones die; and
they gather together and pray if drought or other natural
evils destroy their crops, but when the weeping is
done it is done, and life’s duties are taken up without
constant repining or self-pity. What has happened
has happened. Nothing can alter it. It is the will
of Those Above, or whether it is or not it <i>IS</i>, and that is
enough. Hence why complain, why protest. Accept
the inevitable. Leave it alone. Let the dead past
bury its dead. Do the work of to-day; never mind
the woe of yesterday.</p>
<p>This seems to me to be the Indian attitude. A
kind of proud acquiescence, a manly, womanly recognition
of facts, and a willingness to face them and
thus triumph over them. Instead of magnifying
their sorrows they minimize them by constant labor
and by doing the very opposite, viz., magnifying their
joys. Often have I heard this done. A widow
speaking of her lost husband, and immediately referring
<span class="pagenum" id="Page_208">208</span>
in tones of joy to her boys and girls, her fine corn-field,
her peach orchard,—her blessings, in fact.</p>
<p>It is simply impossible for any one to estimate the
amount of time, strength, energy, and life that have
been wasted by the white race in lamenting, repining,
weeping, over things that could neither be helped nor
changed. And how absurd such lamentation is. If an
evil can be remedied, remedy it. If a wrong can be
righted, right it. But to waste valuable time, strength,
and energy in vain repining and self-pity is a crime that
no Indian is so foolish as to commit. It is left to the
white race to thus show its superiority! This comes
from two or three causes. First: Our race, mainly
our women, are not as healthy physically as the Indian,
and where physical health is lacking it is so easy to
yield to the force of evil circumstance. Strong men
or women can force themselves into physical and
mental activity and these bring solace and forgetfulness
of the pains, ills, and sorrows of the past. Second:
The very ease and luxury of our lives which all white
people so much covet, give us time and opportunity
to sit down and study over sources of sadness, while
on the other hand, the Indian woman has her daily
work that she must perform, willy nilly, and thus is
kept from the contemplation of her sorrows. Third:
There is in the Indian that calm serenity of mind
and soul that belong only to either very childlike or
exceedingly cultured natures. With the Indian it is
childlike acceptance of the will of the gods; with
Browning, it was the calm philosophy of the highest
culture. Unfortunately for most of us, we have lost
the religious simplicity of our ancestors, our childlike
faith and trust, and have not yet attained to the serenity
of the philosopher.
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<p>I write this brief chapter merely to call attention
to the facts, and to urge upon the white race the necessity,
if it would preserve its serenity, of either reverting
to the simple faith of the Indian, or of cultivating a
religious philosophy that will produce an equal serenity
and equanimity in the face of trial, sorrow, misfortune
or death.
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