“Your missionaries preach loud to my people against the sins of stealing and gambling.
“But I find that in this country great places are fitted up for gambling and theft.”
Truly he spoke plain, but then I d’no as I could blame him.
“In these places of theft and gambling, called your stock exchanges, I find that you have people called brokers, and some wild animals called bulls and bears, though for what purpose they are kept I know not, unless it is that they are trained for the Arena. I know not yet all your customs.
“But this I know, that your brokers gamble and steal from the people—sometimes millions in one day. Which money, taken from the common people all over this country, is divided by these brokers amongst a few rich men. Perhaps then the game of bulls and bears, fighting each other for their amusement, begins. I know not yet all your ways.
THE GAME OF BULLS AND BEARS.
“But I know that in one day five million bushels of wheat were bought and sold when there was no wheat in sight—when even during that whole year the crop amounted to only two hundred and eighty millions. There were more than two million, two hundred thousand bushels of wheat bought and paid for that never grew—that were not ever in the world.
“As I saw this, oh! how my heart burned to teach this poor sinful people the morality that our own people enjoy.
“For never were there such sins committed in our country.