e and his swarthy partner
would wait till low tide, then load the dozen or more rum-charged kits
and set sail for the coast. In these ventures Wolf realized what his
race have always wanted--the Jew's one per cent.

In this island cave nature had placed a curiosity, known as a rocking
stone. In was a boulder of many tons' weight near the wall of the room,
and so poised that a push of the hand at one particular point would move
it easily. When so moved a little niche in the rock-wall back of it was
exposed. Wolf had discovered this one day while alone in the cave and
utilized it as a hiding place for his money.

Here he would come alone and, taking out the increasing bags of coin,
empty them on a flat stone and, by the light of a lamp, count their
contents again and again. Those shining coins were his god and all his
religion; and in this damp and dark sea cavern and by the dim light of a
lamp he came to worship.

The Indian could neither read nor write, add nor subtract, and while he
knew the value of coins, he was unable to compute them. Wolf knew this
and, unprincipled as he was, he not only defied all law in smuggling,
but he had from the first defied all justice, and cheated his partner in
the division of profit. As the Indian was never present when either
buying or selling took place, and had no knowledge of arithmetic, this
was an easy matter. Wolf gave him a little money, of course. He needed
him and his vessel; also his help in sailing her. Not only was the
Indian a faithful helper, but he held his tongue as well, which was very
important. When in some Nova Scotia port the money Wolf gave him as his
share was usually spent in drinking and gambling, which suited Wolf, who
only desired to use him as a medium.

An Indian has no sense of economy, no thought of the morrow. To hunt,
fish and eat to-day and let the future provide for itself is enough. If
he works one day, it is that he may spend the next. Among the aborigines
thrift was an unknown quantity, and the scattered remnants of those
tribes existing to-day are the same. As they were hundreds of years ago,
so are they now. They were satisfied with bark wigwams then; a board and
a mud hovel is enough to-day. They cannot comprehend a white man's
ambition to work that he may dress and live well, and all money and all
thought spent in civilizing the Indian has only resulted in degrading
him. He absorbs all the white man's vices and none of his virtues. Not
only