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"
He
’
s
afraid
of
you
,
"
Yossarian
said
.
"
He
’
s
afraid
you
’
re
going
to
die
of
pneumonia
.
"
"
He
’
d
better
be
afraid
,
"
Chief
White
Halfoat
said
.
A
deep
,
low
laugh
rumbled
through
his
massive
chest
.
"
I
will
,
too
,
the
first
chance
I
get
.
You
just
wait
and
see
.
"
Chief
White
Halfoat
was
a
handsome
,
swarthy
Indian
from
Oklahoma
with
a
heavy
,
hard
-
boned
face
and
tousled
black
hair
,
a
half
-
blooded
Creek
from
Enid
who
,
for
occult
reasons
of
his
own
,
had
made
up
his
mind
to
die
of
pneumonia
.
He
was
a
glowering
,
vengeful
,
disillusioned
Indian
who
hated
foreigners
with
names
like
Cathcart
,
Korn
,
Black
and
Havermeyer
and
wished
they
’
d
all
go
back
to
where
their
lousy
ancestors
had
come
from
.
"
You
wouldn
’
t
believe
it
,
Yossarian
,
"
he
ruminated
,
raising
his
voice
deliberately
to
bait
Doc
Daneeka
,
"
but
this
used
to
be
a
pretty
good
country
to
live
in
before
they
loused
it
up
with
their
goddam
piety
.
"
Chief
White
Halfoat
was
out
to
revenge
himself
upon
the
white
man
.
He
could
barely
read
or
write
and
had
been
assigned
to
Captain
Black
as
assistant
intelligence
officer
.
"
How
could
I
learn
to
read
or
write
?
"
Chief
White
Halfoat
demanded
with
simulated
belligerence
,
raising
his
voice
again
so
that
Doc
Daneeka
would
hear
.
"
Every
place
we
pitched
our
tent
,
they
sank
an
oil
well
.
Every
time
they
sank
a
well
,
they
hit
oil
.
And
every
time
they
hit
oil
,
they
made
us
pack
up
our
tent
and
go
someplace
else
.
We
were
human
divining
rods
.
Our
whole
family
had
a
natural
affinity
for
petroleum
deposits
,
and
soon
every
oil
company
in
the
world
had
technicians
chasing
us
around
.
We
were
always
on
the
move
.
It
was
one
hell
of
a
way
to
bring
a
child
up
,
I
can
tell
you
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
ever
spent
more
than
a
week
in
one
place
.
"
His
earliest
memory
was
of
a
geologist
.
"
Every
time
another
White
Halfoat
was
born
,
"
he
continued
,
"
the
stock
market
turned
bullish
.
Soon
whole
drilling
crews
were
following
us
around
with
all
their
equipment
just
to
get
the
jump
on
each
other
.
Companies
began
to
merge
just
so
they
could
cut
down
on
the
number
of
people
they
had
to
assign
to
us
.
But
the
crowd
in
back
of
us
kept
growing
.
We
never
got
a
good
night
’
s
sleep
.
When
we
stopped
,
they
stopped
.
When
we
moved
,
they
moved
,
chuckwagons
,
bulldozers
,
derricks
,
generators
.
We
were
a
walking
business
boom
,
and
we
began
to
receive
invitations
from
some
of
the
best
hotels
just
for
the
amount
of
business
we
would
drag
into
town
with
us
.
Some
of
those
invitations
were
mighty
generous
,
but
we
couldn
’
t
accept
any
because
we
were
Indians
and
all
the
best
hotels
that
were
inviting
us
wouldn
’
t
accept
Indians
as
guests
.
Racial
prejudice
is
a
terrible
thing
,
Yossarian
.
It
really
is
.
It
’
s
a
terrible
thing
to
treat
a
decent
,
loyal
Indian
like
a
nigger
,
kike
,
wop
or
spic
.
"
Chief
White
Halfoat
nodded
slowly
with
conviction
.
