“I myself am the man,” replied Red Jacket, “the decided enemy of the Americans as long as the hope of opposing them with success remained, but now their true and faithful ally until death.” INDIAN SHREWDNESS [Illustration: 9017] HEN General Lincoln went to make peace with the Creek Indians, one of the chiefs asked him to sit down on a log. He was then desired to move, and in a few minutes to move still further. The request was repeated until the 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: 0018] AN INDIAN’S JOKE. [Illustration: 9019] URING 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 papoose, was glad to find there was no cause for alarm. [Illustration: 0020] INDIAN CHARACTER. [Illustration: 9021] HE 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: 0022] INDIAN INTEGRITY [Illustration: 9023]