It is a _wee-wilmekq'_ who has done
this.' (You know what that is: the Passamaquoddies call it
_weewilmekq'_. It is a worm an inch long, which can make itself
into a horrid monster as large as a deer; yes, and much larger. It is
_m'teoulin_; yes, it is a great magician.) 'I am going to fight
it. You must come with a small stick to hit it once, and only a mere
tap.' [Footnote: In the legend of Partridge, a mere tap stuns the
water-fairy.] But she would not go. So he went and fought with the
Weewillmekq'. He killed it. It was a frightful battle. When he returned
he smelt like fresh fish. His wife bade him go and wash himself; but
let him bathe as much as he could, the smell remained for days. The
pond where he fought has been muddy, and foul ever since.
The governor could with a gimlet bore a hole in any tree in the woods,
and draw from it as he pleased; any kind of wine or other liquor. Once
he was far in the forest with some white gentlemen; he wished to
entertain them. He did this, to their astonishment. He produced tobacco
in a miraculous manner when it was wanted. Then, returning to Eastport,
he went to Mr. Pearce, who kept a store, and showed him that a certain
amount of wine had disappeared from his barrels, and paid him for it.
He never drank wine or spirits himself.
He once went hunting. He took his wife with him; she was
_enceinte_.
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