himself before the minister, and the following dialogue ensued
"Well, what do you want?" said the preacher to the native.
" Me, one time, rob you. Black-robe tell me, Jean Baptiste, you give that money back."
" What money is that? " inquired the reverend.
" Two dollar. Me, bad Indian, rob you; now, me good Indian, got water on forehead - me, heap child Great Spirit - here your money."
" All right - don't steal any more - good bye, Jean Baptiste."
" Ah - good bye no good; me want something else." " What do you want?"
" Me want receipt."
" A receipt! What do you want a receipt for? Did the Black-robe tell you to ask for one?" said the surprised minister.
" Black-robe say nothing. Jean Baptiste (pointing to himself) want receipt."
" But why do you want a receipt? You stole the money, and you have given it back; that is all there is about it." "That not all about it; listen. You old -me young;
you die first - after while, me die. Understand? "
" No, I don't. What is it you mean? "
" Listen - me mean heap. Me go heaven after while, go
knock on gate. Great Chief Saint Peter come open - say
`Hello, Jean Baptiste, what you want?' ` Me want come in
Great Spirit's lodge.' ` How about your sins, Jean Bap
tiste?' ` Black-robe forgive sins all right.' ` How about that two dollar you stole from minister? You give him back?
You show me your receipt!' Now then, poor Jean Baptiste, poor old Indian, got no receipt; have to run all over hell to find you! "