New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-01-02

fallino far below the native man Of this poor
hemisphere with its tapirs toy calnels, wlld cats
and monkeys with tails but, rs said before, we
will not crticsc the Professor.
II naturally follows that the Professor draws a
gloomy ncturc of The future of the Caucasian
in America. We must simply die ont for want OF
food in n few generations. As soon orr min
cral and agricultural resources arc exhausted we
must 90. WHY our agricultural resources should
vanish, since he has already said that the con'i-
ncnt is superior the rest of the world Tor vege-
IA bic productivcncss we cannot understand; but
we IRE determined not to criticise. OIr resources
must he used up, even within the next century
We have 0vcrrun and camptd on TINS COMMENT
ughtlessly and foolisnly, and starvation now
stares us in the face Look at the State OF Nc
vada, with its resources gone and nothing leIt
but two rich Senators sending Slo-ulS ana silver
cups TO an alleged eodchlld in Baltimore. Inc
other States must all OF them sooner or later go
the way Of Nevada 1t has been intimated In
certain quarters that the Chinese must go, but the
Professor SAYS that he will he here after we have
gone. and will rail his laundry signs to our de-
serted capitol buildings and dry his waslngs
on our puIscIcss telegraph wires. Bnt even he
must vanish in tine, and after him VIII come
the lntamcd savage, who will sit on our hills
his voice.
In what way will this come about, it is asked?
And the Professor replies BY gradual degcnera-
ton of the Caucasian population to r.,e condition
of the poor whites" once known in the South,
and then far below even this, and approaching the
state of savagery II appears thcn that we shall
furnish our 0wr hOwlng savagcs, and possibly
as we near this stage books will he issued entitled
Every Man His own Savage Full Directions
for IIowling." Continuing, Professor Mason uticrs
these sad bat true words:
1T is not pleasant 10 consider The frame 81
mind of the last civilized man on this continent
few centuries hence standing on sanh-hlli'
where once the maize luYuTousy grew. and she'd
ding a silent tear of affection on the past OF con
tincnt which must I've given mp to saVagcry i0r-
ever more
The Professor is rght-this j. not pleasant
thing 10 contemplate. Nor has ne painted it at
lis worst. There viii I've sand in the last mans
shocs-thc rich auvial sand which formerly sup
ported giant maize with three ears every stalk.
We cannot see why this last civilized man cannot
plant few grains Of maize in the fertile. loamy
sand and continue to livc-buu We must not crit
icisr But what we will do is To Join the Pro-
frNsor i'm vail for his Last Man. Alas poor
Man. Thou hast our sympathy, standing as thou
dost with the rich maizc-Sand halfway 10 thy
knees Look thy last, Man. on a mighty con-
tinent, where professors prophcscd. but Where
now only sayagcS howl Weep. Man let thy
scading tears run down into the fruitful sand.
Thy time has come: thou must die. The saw
ages Howl rides the passing breeze. Last of
thy race, farewell! Adieu Man. But before
thou Sinkc>t below the luNurant sands give ore
Howl for civilization. Howl once. poor Man; lct
our dying race 20 down with one long-drawn Howl
tor progress still ilIing.
Professor Mason closes with these words The
outlook is melancholy and We can only answer
through our tears II is. il is