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THE INDIAN ADVOCATE 465
to swallow a little whiskey. When the life was in him good
they carried him to the nearest house.
When the poor fellow recovered a little they began to ques
tion him, but he could answer them not a word of English,
but only in some strange gibberish that not a one of them
Next day they took him to Father Donovan, but never a
word could the priest understand. From there they took him
to Master Roberts, who 'twas said could talk two or three for
eign languages, but he could'nt understand him any more than
The poor fellow was the nine days' wonder of the neighbor
hood. 'Twasn't long before people nicknamed him Camhere
because "Cam here" was the first thing he learned to say.
Camhere was the handiest fellow you ever saw. There was'nt
anything you could do that he could'nt show you a way to im
prove on. He was a born genius, and as sharp as a needle
for all that he was a foreiguer.
He worked around, here and there, first with one then with
another. He was that handy and clever there would be a dozen
wanting him at once.
To make a long story short 'twasn't many months 'till Cam
here learned the language, an' 'twas short 'till he wanted to
be doing something for himself.
Camhere was somewhere about thirty, big an' brawny and
not at all bad looking. Soon he was courting a girl in the
neighborhood, who didn't look ill upon his suit, though her
father wouldn't hear to it at all, as Camhere's prospects were
anything but favorable to marry on. Camhere was'nt slow to
see that if he wanted to make the match things must change
Well sir, without saying a word to anyone Camhere set out
one fine day to see Master Roberts. The upshot of it was
Master Roberts rented him a little hilly farm up in Mount
Gabriel. I don't know what the terms were, but Master Ro
berts was glad to rent it on any terms, it was that poor an'
hilly, an' no house on it but a little cabin hardly fit for a pig
sty. 'Twasn't a very inviting looking place, bare and bleak,
with the cabin perched right on top o' the hill but for all that