He thought, however, he would try to avoid a scrape, and told his customer he had not so much sugar to spare.

'Give me, then,' said he, 'what you can spare'; and Mr.B., thinking to make him back out, told him he would, give him five pounds of sugar for his skin.

'Take it,' said the Indian.

He left the skin, telling Mr.B.to take good care of it.

Mr.B.took it at once to the trader's store, and related the circumstance, congratulating himself that he had got rid of the Indian's exactions.