Chewing Gum

I remember one time; several old and young squaws were in our house. The river was low and they had waded across. They were chewing gum. I suppose they had recently been to Standoff. That was the place where the Indian Agency was and they had gotten a quantity of gum. Well, I hardly knew what gum tasted like so I suppose I was gazing rather enviously. One of the squaws stretched the gum and broke a piece off and handed it to me. Mother (Emily) was watching the performance and shook her head at me. Of course, I didn’t take it.—(told by Guinevere Bigelow Heninger)

Choose your ending—

The above story is written by Guinevere herself. However, through the ages the story has been handed down with a different ending to the story—

Some say that “As young Gwen watched the energetic activity of the chewing of the gum, she appeared greatly intrigued. And to the horror of her mother (Emily) the Indian squaw took the wad of gum out of her mouth, and with her dirty hand shoved it into Gwen’s gaping jaws.”

Either ending—it’s still a wonderful story!