Daily Kennebec journal., 1881-08-25

LAKE Maran0cOOk.
am glad that came over here for h
become sort Of vest pocket Schliem.np.
l nave got at the facts in the case of the mama
OF this lake. l have unearthed an rnd;,.
legend, and can now settle the pronunciation
OF Its name. as effectually as though was II.
legal administrator.
| came over to attend ssGrand M;,;,.rv
Tournament" Well, no matter abou, tho,
I've seen dog fights and boxing matches. and
all that sort of thing, and had set nv idea. Of
Tournament little high suppose. had
mixed up in my mind arenas, and gladiators
and coats Of mail, and spears, and horses. and
gore. and all that but all these were left ont
saw one man knock another end over end
out thdt was not the turn I meant. This
tournament reminds me of the man who
went into the BARRIERS shop. when an appren-
tice Thought he would practice on him. After
the operation was all over. the man went IN
the glass, and stretched out his neck, and
rubbed his face. and adjusted his collar. and
| nxing an eye on his skinner. he said. ..Younp
man, you gave me as good iather as ever
had in my lifev' / did not see much of a
tournament, but as the day was quite warm,
| did succeed in getting quite a good lather.
That may not be misunderstood, let me saw
that several companies of militia were there ::
but as most of the day, up to the time our
train left. was spent in target practice, all we
could hear was sounds that resembled the
Spanking of a large family of children with
| shingles.
| saw one girl there who blew in from
She had her entire forehead covered with
curls. pressed fiat against the skin, and about
the size Of quarter of dollar She had
three rows of them, one below the other. and
it made her classic brow look like the bottom
of an old fashioned cullender followed her
| around two solid hours to try and find out
how she fixed it, so that could tell my lady
friends, but it was too scientific Job for me
| to fathom. forgot to say that the color of
her hair was what is known as the Lewiston
| tint, that is little beyond Auburn. One
thing more saw that surprised me, and that
| was a chap who was in the orchestra. He
| played the violin and called quadrilcs with
his left hand. A man who calls quadrilles with
his left hand, mean plays the violin,is some
| thing one does not see every day. asked
him if he felt all right, and he said he felt as
if he had got left.
But to my legend. As I am not much ac-
quainted with Indians, except the smell, you
must excuse me if my story does not run ex-
actly smooth.
Many moons ago, on the spot where Win
throp now stands, was an Indian village.
The ''big injun" of the tribe had beautiful
daughter, who was the pride of his heart,
| ETC., ETC., etc. This stern old chief wished
his girl to marry young buck, by the name
| Of Mush-we- go-cOok, but this fair young
Her aged sire called her into his lodge one
day, and told her that if she did not
| consent to wed this man of his choice,
that he would, so to speak, make things
warm for her; but she replied in that
sweet Indian patois, whose music resem-
bles the turning of water out of a jug, even
| erabe basket maker. your daughter cannot
| be the bride of Mush-we-go-cook My heart
and affections. etc. etc, are otherwise dis
posed Of" and reaching down to adjust a
| wrinkle in her buckskin stocking she con-
tinued, "gray haired sire, hear me. will
not wed Mushwe go-cook. So help me
Moses. | will marry no cook; I'll souse
myself in the pond first and don't you forget
| it, and rushing from the Lodge. >he threw
| herself into the Lake and not having taken
bath recently. the accumulated dust that
had collected on her. caused her to sink TO
the bottom to rise no more. And to COM
m mprate her sad and tragic fate, her father
gave to the lake the name of
Mar o-cook.
All rights to this legend reserved. Parties
will be prosecuted who infringe.