he
general got to the end of the log. The Indian still said, "Move further,"
to which the general replied, "I can move no further." "Just so it is with
us," said the chief; "you have moved us back to the water, and then ask us
to move further."

[Illustration: Indian Council, with white men, making a treaty]

AN INDIAN'S JOKE.

During the time of Indian troubles, a friendly Indian visited Governor
Jenks, of Rhode Island, when the governor took occasion to request him to
let him know if any strange Indian should come to his wigwam. This the
Indian promised to do, and the governor agreed to give him a mug of flip
if he should give such information. Some time after, the Indian came
again, and said, "Well, Mr. Gubernor, strange Indian come to my house last
night." "Ah," said the governor, "what did he say?" "He no speak," replied
the Indian. "What, not speak at all?" inquired the governor. "No, he no
speak at all." "That looks suspicious," said his excellency, and inquired
if he was there still. Being told that he was, the governor ordered the
promised mug of flip. When this was disposed of, and the Indian was about
to depart, he mildly said, "Mr. Gubernor, my squaw have child last night."
The governor, finding the strange Indian was a new-born pappoose, was glad
to find there was no cause for alarm.

[Illustration: Indian with his Bow and Arrow]

INDIAN CHARACTER.

The following striking display of Indian character occurred some years
since in a town in Maine. An Indian of the Kennebec tribe, remarkable for
his good conduct, received a grant of land from the state, and fixed
himself in a township, where a number of families settled. Though not ill
treated, yet the common prejudice against the Indians prevented any
sympathy with him. This was shown at the death of his only child, when
none of the people came near him. Shortly afterwards he went to some of
the inhabitants, and said to them, "When white man's child die, Indian man
be sorry--he help bury him: when my child die, no one speak to me--I make
his grave alone--I can't live here."

He gave up his farm, dug up the body of his child, and carried it with him
two hundred miles through the forest, to join the Canada Indians. What
energy and depth of feeling does this specimen of Indian character
exhibit!

[Illustration: Indian with his Tomahawk.]

INDIAN INTEGRITY.

A Spanish traveller met an Indian in the desert; they were both on
horseback. The Spania