THE GEORGE CATLlN INDIAN GALLERY. 65l 



There now came another pang for the heart of this noble fellow, the Little Wolf, 

 and one which seemed to shake his manly frame more than that he had already felt. 

 His child he could not take with him, and the thought of leaving it in a strange 

 hurying-ground, and "to be dug up," as he said he knew it would be, seemed to 

 make his misery and that of his wife complete. However, in the midst of his griefs, 

 he suggested that, if it were possible to have it conveyed to their kind friends in 

 Newcastle-on-Tyne,, he was sure those " good people," who treated them so kindly, 

 would be glad to bury it in their beautiful burying ground which he had seen, where 

 it would be at home, and he and his wife should then feel happy. Mr. Melody at once 

 proposed to take it there himself, and attend to its burial, which pleased the parents 

 very much, and he started the next day with it. He was received with the greatest 

 kindness by Mrs. A. Richardson and their other kind friends, who attended to its 

 burial in the society's beautiful cemetery.* 



KINDNESS OF THE INDIANS. 



During this voyage there was an occurrence on board of the steamer, which was 

 related to me by Mr. Melody and Daniel, which deserves mention in this place. It 

 seems that on board of the steamer, as a passenger, was a little girl of twelve years 

 of age and a stranger to all on board. When, on their way, the captain was collect- 

 ing his passage-money on deck, he came to the little girl for her fare, who told him 

 she had no money, but that she expected to meet her father in Dundee, whom she was 

 goiug to see, and that he would certainly pay her fare if she could find him. The 

 captain was in a great rage, and abused the child for coming on without the money 

 to pay her fare, and said that he should not let her go ashore, but should hold her a 

 prisoner on board, and take her back to Edinburgh with him. The poor little girl 

 was frightened, and cried herself almost into fits. The passengers, of whom there 

 were a great many, all seemed affected by her situation, and began to raise the money 

 amongst them to pay her passage, giving a penny or two apiece, which, when done, 

 amounted to about a quarter of the sum required. The poor little girl's grief and fear 

 still continued, and the old doctor, standing on deck, wrapped in his robe, and watch- 

 ing all these results, too much touched with pity for her situation, went down in the 

 fore-cabin where the rest of the party were, and relating the circumstances, soon 

 raised eight shillings, one shilling of which, the Little Wolf, after giving a shilling 

 himself, put into the hand of his little infant, then supposed to be dying, that its 

 dying hand might do one act of charity, and caused it to drop it into the doctor's 

 hand with the rest. With the money the doctor came on deck, and, advancing, offered 

 it to the little girl, who was frightened and ran away. Daniel went to the girl and 

 called her tip to the doctor, assuring her there was no need of alarm, when the old 

 doctor put the money into her hand, and said to her, through the interpreter, and in 

 presence of all the passengers, who were gathering around, " Now go to the cruel cap- 

 tain and pay him the money, and never again be afraid of a man because his skin is 

 red ; but be always sure that the heart of a red man is as good and as kind as that 

 of a white man. And when you are in Dundee, where we are all going, if you do not 

 find your father as you wish, and are amongst strangers, come to us, wherever we 

 shall be, and you shall not suffer; you shall have enough to eat, and, if money is 

 necessary, you shall have more." 



TALK ABOUT RELGION AT EDINBURGH. 



About this time, as I was entering the Indians' room one morning, I met two gentle- 

 men coining down stairs, who recognized me and said they had proposed to the in- 

 terpreter and the Indians to have had a little time with them to talk upon the sub- 

 jects of religion and education, and to know whether missionaries could not be sent 



* "The reader is referred to the fervent breathing pages of a little periodical, entitled "The Olive 

 Branch," for a most feeling and impressive account of the reception of this little child's remains, and 

 Us burial in their beautiful cemetery by the friends in Newcastle-on-Tyne. 



