Me Medicine Crow. White man gib drink to me.
Great chief; much squaw; papoose, sah, one,
two, three!
STRANGER
With what a leer, half wheedling and half winking,
The lost one imitates the act of drinking;
His nose already, to his woe and shame,
Carbuncled with the white man's liquid flame!
Well, I pull out my flask, and fill a cup
Of burning rum—how quick he gulps it up;