Part of the rich heritage of Maine comes from its many Indian tribes. All Maineiacs are very proud of all the Maine Indians and South Lubec is especially proud of the Passamasquoddy Indians. One of the regulars at the country store was a second cousin to the sister of a friend that had married into the tribe. Naturally being that close to the tribe he was the local authority on anything Indian. He told us one night about one of the Passamasquoddy braves and his sad story found its way into all our minds and hearts. Lone Wolf was a handsome young brave and very deeply in love with Morning Flower.

Since the moment he was old enough stretch a bow and send an arrow after a fleeing animal his heart belonged to her. When he became marrying age he asked her to be his squaw and she turned him down. He implored, pleaded, begged, beseeched, urged, and even asked her to change her mind, but she wouldn�t. With his soul in the pit of despair he gathered all the money he had saved over the years and headed for Eastport. He wanted to buy the white man�s whiskey and drown his sorry, but the they were forbidden by law to sell him booze. After three days of searching for a way to forget Morning Flower he had to find some food or starve to death so he went to the Down East Cafe. He ordered a large moose steak, mashed potatoes, succotash, and ice tea. Lone Wolf had never tasted tea before and his passion for Morning Flower immediately turned to a passion for tea.

He drank several glasses with his main meal, several more with his strawberry shortcake, and when his desert was gone he ordered another pitcher full.  He drank and drank until the waitress thought for sure he would burst. By the time three gallons had passed his lips and settled in his stomach it was time for him to leave. When he stood up he sloshed and almost spilled over. Somehow he managed to get outside.�....and here the teller of the tale stopped, lowered his head, and tears fell so fast and heavy they left a tear puddle on the floor.

   �Suffering lobster claws, man,� Clarence shouted at the story teller. Don�t keep us in suspense. What happened.�

   �This is so sad,� the relater of the story said after his vocal cords returned to normal. �I heard the next morning someone in the Down East Cafe said they found poor Lone Wolf dead."

   "Found him dead.� about four voices chimed in at the same time, �What in the world happened? Did someone kill him?�

�Nope, twernt nothing like that,� the speaker said with a grin that was so big I could have counted all his teeth from across the room. �From what I understand they found him drown in his own teapee.�