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sented. I said that he did not look like a good one. 
“ 0 yes ! ” he said, and he told, with much gusto, how, 
the year before, he had caught and held by the throat 
a wolf. A very small black puppy rushed into the room 
and made at the Governor’s feet, as he sat in his stock¬ 
ings with his legs dangling from the bedside. The Gov¬ 
ernor rubbed his hands and dared him to come on, en¬ 
tering into the sport with spirit. Nothing more that was 
significant transpired, to my knowledge, during this inter¬ 
view. This was the first time that I ever called on a 
governor, but, as I did not ask for an office, I can speak 
of it with the more freedom. 
An Indian who was making canoes behind a house, 
looking up pleasantly from his work, —- for he knew my 
companion, — said that his name was Old John Penny¬ 
weight. I had heard of him long before, and I inquired 
after one of his contemporaries, Joe Four-pence-ha’pen- 
ny ; but, alas ! he no longer circulates. I made a faith¬ 
ful study of canoe-building, and I thought that I should 
like to serve an apprenticeship at that trade for one sea¬ 
son, going into the woods for bark with my “ boss,” mak¬ 
ing the canoe there, and returning in it at last. 
While the bateau was coming over to take us off, I 
picked up some fragments of arrow-heads on the shore, 
and one broken stone chisel, which were greater novel¬ 
ties to the Indians than to me. After this, on Old Fort 
Hill, at the bend of the Penobscot, three miles above 
Bangor, looking for the site of an Indian town which 
some think stood thereabouts, I found more arrow-heads, 
and two little dark and crumbling fragments of Indian 
earthenware, in the ashes of their fires. The Indians on 
the Island appeared to live quite happily and to be well 
treated by the inhabitants of Oldtown. 
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