“What, not speak at all?” inquired the governor. “No, he no speak at all.”
“That looks suspicious,” said his excellency, and inquired if he was there still. Being told that he was, the governor ordered the promised mug of flip. When this was disposed of, and the Indian was about to depart, he mildly said, “Mr. Gubernor, my squaw have child last night.” The governor, finding the strange Indian was a new-born papoose, was glad to find there was no cause for alarm.