Which he carefully wiped with a small piece of rag.
A moment he tenderly gazed on it,—then
He kissed it with fervour again and again,
One last lingering look of affection,—and so
He handed it over to Little White Crow.
With stately politeness the Indian received
The treasure so prized, and at once he perceived,
(With some disappointment, to tell you the truth,)
A badly decayed, rather large, double tooth!
“In your estimation, I very much fear,”