Written in 1929, when the nearly continual Indian wars and treaties were still very much in the minds of everyone in the United States. This is a history of the Indians and the Europeans who came to America and intermingled with them.

Warren tells the tale of the Algonquins and the Iriquois first, the huge eastern tribes that were first encountered. When the British and French fought, tne Indians fought along with them, on both sides. The Indians who joined the British were on the losing side, and suffered for it, mainly because their Indian foes had been on the winning side.

The Europeans kept coming in, and the Indians were continually promised lines beyond which would be theirs forever. Those lines kept marching westward, and Warren describes all the various Indian tribes whose lands increasingly were on the wrong side of those lines and had to move or fight.

What I really liked about this book is that it treats the Indians as equals in heart and courage and fighting ability, but outnumbered. Grossly outnumbered. The Indians rapidly took to guns and flour and butter of the Europeans, but the settled farming life not so much. Dozens upon dozens of tribes are spoken of and described in their wonderful diversity, a diversity that has been whitewashed from the minds of modern people and the treatments in modern books. ( )