A very intelligent Indian, whom we afterward met, son-in-law of Neptune, gave us also these other definitions:—­Umbazookskus, Meadow Stream; Millinoket, Place of Islands; Aboljacarmegus, Smooth-Ledge Falls (and Dead-Water); Aboljacarmeguscook, the stream emptying in; (the last was the word he gave when I asked about Aboljacknagesic, which he did not recognize;) Mattahumkeag, Sand-Creek Pond; Piscataquis, Branch of a River.

I asked our hosts what Musketaquid, the Indian name of Concord, Mass., meant; but they changed it to Musketicook, and repeated that, and Tahmunt said that it meant Dead Stream, which is probably true. Cook appears to mean stream, and perhaps quid signifies the place or ground.  When I asked the meaning of the names of two of our hills, they answered that they were another language.  As Tahmunt said that he traded at Quebec, my companion inquired the meaning of the word Quebec, about which there has been so much question.  He did not know, but began to conjecture.  He asked what those great ships were called that carried soldiers.  “Men-of-war,” we answered.  “Well,” he said, “when the English ships came up the river, they could not go any further, it was so narrow there; they must go back,—­go-back,—­that’s Que-bec.”  I mention this to show the value of his authority in the other cases.

Late at night the other two Indians came home from moose-hunting, not having been successful, aroused the fire again, lighted their pipes, smoked awhile, took something strong to drink, and ate some moose-meat, and, finding what room they could, lay down on the moose-hides; and thus we passed the night, two white men and four Indians, side by side.

When I awoke in the morning the weather was drizzling.  One of the Indians was lying outside, rolled in his blanket, on the opposite side of the fire, for want of room.  Joe had neglected to awake my companion, and he had done no hunting that night.  Tahmunt was making a cross-bar for his canoe with a singularly shaped knife, such as I have since seen other Indians using.  The blade was thin, about three quarters of an inch wide, and eight or nine inches long, but curved out of its plane into a hook, which he said made it more convenient to shave with.  As the Indians very far north and northwest use the same kind of knife, I suspect that it was made according to an aboriginal pattern, though some white artisans may use a similar one.  The Indians baked a loaf of flour bread in a spider on its edge before the fire for their breakfast; and while my companion was making tea, I caught a dozen sizable fishes in the Penobscot, two kinds of sucker and one trout.  After we had breakfasted by ourselves, one of our bedfellows, who had also breakfasted, came along, and, being invited, took a cup of tea, and finally, taking up the common platter, licked it clean.  But he was nothing to a white fellow, a lumberer, who was continually