“Me did,” persisted the Indian; “me loved you; me tell overseer to give me two bottles of rum, and then me bring rain. Overseer say he would; me bring cloud, then rain; now me want rum.”
“You saw the cloud,” said Colonel Bird; “you are a sad cheat.”
“Me no cheat,” said the Indian; “me saw no cloud; me bring cloud.”
“Well, well,” said the colonel, “you are an old friend, and you shall have the rum, since you beg so hard for it. But mind you, it is not for the rain. The Great Spirit sent the rain, not you.”
“Well,” said the Indian, “your tobacco had rain upon it—why others have none? Answer that, colonel, if you can.”
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