He told them it was Christmas-time--a time at which all men, black or white, feasted; that there were flour, sugar-plums, good things in plenty in the store, and that he would make for them such a pudding as they had never dreamed of--a great pudding of which all might eat and be filled.

The Blacks listened and were lost.

The pudding was made and distributed.

Next morning there was howling in the camp, for it had been sweetened with sugar and arsenic!" The white man's spirit was right, but his method was wrong.

His spirit was the spirit which the civilized white has always exhibited toward the savage, but the use of poison was a departure from custom.