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 can’t 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!