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two wives and sundry Abigails; his canoe, laden 
with some fifteen souls, was nearly flush with the 
water. The beauties were somewhat surly, they 
complained, like the sluggard, of too early waking 
ANKOMBE. 
and swore that they would do nothing in the way 
of work, industry being essentially servile. Anne 
Coombe (Ankombe, daughter of Qua-ben), was 
a short, stout, good-humoured lass; “ ’Lizer ” 
(Eliza), I regret to say, would not make the least 
