Murphey.

Murphey.

How! Not a Sin to cheat an Indian, say you?

Are they not Men? hav'n't they a Right to Justice

As well as we, though savage in their Manners?

M'Dole.

M'Dole.

Ah! If you boggle here, I say no more;

This is the very Quintessence of Trade,

And ev'ry Hope of Gain depends upon it;

None who neglect it ever did grow rich,

Or ever will, or can by Indian Commerce.

By this old Ogden built his stately House,

Purchas'd Estates, and grew a little King.

He, like an honest Man, bought all by Weight,

And made the ign'rant Savages believe

That his Right Foot exactly weigh'd a Pound:

By this for many Years he bought their Furs,

And died in Quiet like an honest Dealer.

Murphey.

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