The only good Indain is a dead Indian oh the unfairness of it all.

Dressing as Indians at the Boston Tea Party and letting them take the fall.

Sickness came.

 The settlers gave them blankets covered in illness saying it was in God's name. 

Poor settlers living in fear.

Rather poor Indians with death by sickness always near.

Lost were the old ways.

Let us not forget the price the buffalo paid.