OpenStudy (anonymous):
What was the purpose of the Bureau of Indian Affairs? A. To civilize Native American tribes, making room for further settlement into the West B. To handle the allocation of reservation lands between Native American tribes C. To provide legal assistance to Native American tribes during their forced relocation D. To represent the Native American tribes in negotiations with the US government What was the purpose of the Bureau of Indian Affairs? A. To civilize Native American tribes, making room for further settlement into the West B. To handle the allocation of reservation lands between Native American tribes C. To provide legal assistance to Native American tribes during their forced relocation D. To represent the Native American tribes in negotiations with the US government @History
OpenStudy (anonymous):
B. To handle the allocation of reservation lands between Native American tribes... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bureau_of_Indian_Affairs
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