As an Indian was straying through
a village on the Kennebec, he passed a gentleman standing
at his store door, and begged a piece of tobacco.
The person stepped back, and selected a generous piece,
for which he received a gruff “tank you,”
and thought no more of the affair. Three or four
months afterwards, he was surprised at an Indian’s
coming into the store and presenting him with a beautiful
miniature birch canoe, painted and furnished with
paddles to correspond. On asking the meaning
of it, he was told, “Indian no forget; you give
me tobacco; me make this for you.” This
man’s gratitude for a trifling favor had led
him to bestow more labor on his present than would
have purchased him many pounds of his favorite weed.