Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

Untutored courage is useless in the face of educated bullets.

To the untutored sage, the concentration of population was the prolific mother of all evils, moral no less than physical. He argued that food is good, while surfeit kills; that love is good, but lust destroys; and not less dreaded than the pestilence following upon crowded and unsanitary dwellings was the loss of spiritual power inseparable from too close contact with one's fellow-men.

Lo! The poor Indian whose untutored mind sees God in clouds or hears him in the wind.

Untutored courage is useless in the face of educated bullets.