An Indian brave returns from a scouting trip and seeks out the Chief.

Chief, I have bad news, worse news and good news.

The Chief asks for the bad news first.

Scout says, No more buffalo on reservation, we kill last one today.

Chief asks for the worse news.

Brave says, Our land is being overrun by white men. They are coming by the
thousands.

Finally the chief asks for the good news.

The brave says, Chief, the white men taste just like buffalo.