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Somers, laying his hand affectionately on the missionary's arm. "But this Mummychog", said John, breaking into a clear, musical laugh, "that I came across last night. He is a curiosity. That, of course, isn't his real name. What is it?" "He goes by no other name here", replied Mr. Norton. "I met him", said John, "a few rods from here", and asked him if he could inform me where Mr. Dubois lived.
Norton on Micah Mummychog, the last-named personage came to Mr. Dubois's house and Adèle happening to open the outside door, just as he hove in sight, he called out, "Miss Ady, do ye know where that individooal that ye brought to my heouse yisterday, is?" "You mean the missionary?" said Adèle. "Well, yis, I spose so; where is he?" "He is engaged with a sick gentleman we have here.
Mummychog, aware before he left Miramichi, that a number of his compeers in that region, who had been in the habit of coming to the Grove to hear Mr. Norton discourse, were just now at Fredericton, on lumbering business, had been beating up these as recruits for the occasion, and now brought forward quite an overpowering weight of evidence in favor of the defendant.
"Micah Mummychog!" exclaimed Mr. Norton, throwing himself back in his chair and shaking out of his lungs a huge, involuntary haw, haw, "where does the person you speak of hail from to own such a name as that, my dear child?" "I rather think he came from Yankee land, from your part of the country, sir", said Adèle, mischievously. "Ah, well", said Mr.
As, about noon, they were rapidly descending the gorge, on their way back to the promontory, the scene of their morning success, Micah proposed that they should have "a nice brile out of that fat buck at the pint, and then put for the settlement". "Not yet", said John. "Why, we are just getting into this glorious life. What's your hurry, Mummychog?"
Perhaps the gentleman will give your views some consideration". "Father", replied Adèle, "I have only said what I think about it". "I'll try what I can do with Micah Mummychog", said Mr. Norton decidedly, and the conversation ended. About ten years before the period when this narrative begins, Micah Mummychog had come to this country from the Kennebec River, in the State of Maine.
"Well, Captin'", he said, "ef yeou choose to play 'possum that way, ye ken. But ye needn't expect me to believe in them tricks, cos I'm an old 'un". John laughed and replied, "Mummychog, Miss Adèle Dubois is a perfect beauty. I can't deny it". "And a parfeck angel tew", said Micah. "I don't doubt it", said John, energetically. "When shall we reach the settlement, Micah?"
When I came deown to this kentry, I was a wild, reckless kind of a critter, and I thought I'd take some outlandish name, jest for the joke on it. I took Mummychog, and they allers called me so. But my real name is Jones. 'Well, Mr.
"I'll obey orders, Mummychog". John entered the canoe with tact, apparently to Micah's satisfaction and soon they were gliding down the river, now, owing to the long-continued drought, considerably shrunk within its banks. Just as night gave its parting salute to the advancing day, the voyagers passed into a region densely wooded down to the water's edge.
Micah Mummychog, alias Jones, Miss Adèle's special devotee, never a bad-hearted person, has now become one of the influential men of the neighborhood, and sustains here every good word and work. About a year after the great fire, he had a long and dangerous illness, brought on by great exposure to cold while lumbering in the woods. Mrs.
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