The trouble that we have had with the Modocs brings to mind a plan for settling the Indians question which a frontiersman once imparted : "If I wuz theGover'ment," said he, "I'd buy lots of barrels of whisky, and lots o' big knives, and I put 'em out somewhar in the West, an' invite every develish redskin redskin in the hull land to what they call a conf 'rence. After they'd got tuar I'd knock in the head o' the barrels, and scatter the knives all round loose, so they'd be handy. Then I'd go away and leave the Injuns to themselves. Of course they'd take the whisky and the knives, and before sun down thar wouldn't be more than one redskin left, and then I'd go and knock his brains out afore he could do any more damage. That, sir?s, the only reel way to settle the Injun question. I've been among 'em, an' I know. Plenty of whisky an' long knives'll fix .'em out, an' nothing else will."