us followin' ye--eh! won't we, Crusoe?"
"We will," remarked the dog quietly.
"How comes it," inquired Dick, "that these Indians
don't care for our tobacco?"
"They like their own better, I s'pose," answered Joe;
"most all the western Injuns do. They make it o' the
dried leaves o' the shumack and the inner bark o' the
red-willow, chopped very small an' mixed together.
They call this stuff
kinnekinnik