"That showed some feeling, certainly", said Mrs. Dubois.
"Then, too, I know", continued Adele, "that the people here like him.
If any one can get them together, Micah can".
"Well!" said Mr. Dubois looking at his child with a fond pride, yet as
if doubting whether she were not already half spoiled, "it seems you
are the wiseacre of the family. I know Micah has always been a
favorite of yours. Perhaps the gentleman will give your views some
consideration".
"Father", replied Adele, "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.
CHAPTER IV.
MICAH MUMMYCHOG.
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.
He soon purchased a dozen acres of land, partially cleared them, and
built a large-sized, comfortable log house. It was situated not far
from the Dubois house, at a short distance from the bank of the river,
and on the edge of a grove of forest trees.
Micah inhabited his house usually only a few months during the year,
as he was a cordial lover of the unbroken wilderness, and was as
migratory in his habits as the native Indian. On the morning after the
events related in the last chapter, he happened to be at home. While
Adele was guiding the missionary to his cottage, he was sitting in his
kitchen, which also served for a general reception room, burnishing up
an old Dutch fowling-piece.
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