A striking display of Indian character occurred some years since in a
town in Maine. An Indian of the Kennebeck tribe remarkable for his good
conduct, received a grant of land from the state, and fixed himself
in a new township, where a number of families settled. Though not ill
treated, yet the common prejudice against 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 cant no 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!