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Indian Lives and Anecdotes ca. 1886 - 1941 part 7

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Lewey Tomah.
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Son of Peol Tomah who killed the Mohawk Skiumoon [?] at Souadabscook [?]  Joe Tomah was a brother of Lewy.
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"Now me show you how call old he-squaw musquash.  Now me show you how call old she-squaw musquash."  And the same of he-squaw and she-squaw ducks.
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Seeing big Frank Nicola one day Lewey exclaimed "Oh my dear soul, Lewey Tomah had such body that [,] what work he would do." - "Spoil it drinking whisky", suggested my father - "Ockby (i.e. whisky) my dear soul, hard labor kill Lewey Tomah."
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"Manry me jes glad to see you, 's see our own brudder. - Ah-h some folks see Lewy Tomah say he's got too much ockoby, Lewy Tomah.  But you see me's got disease kind o {3} deaf an' dumb like, {2} palpitation of heart, {1} no circulation of blood."
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He had in his house a pamphlet which he showed father.  It was "A Law for the Suppression of Drinking {Houses} & Tippling Houses [one struck through] {Shops}.  "Me got it Augusta.  Pretty good law dat law  we hopes she put 'em through."  Pretty soon an awful old Indian came along with a round brass kettle containing a bottle of whiskey, an axe and a gun.  "Hardies, dis shentleman, dis Hingian man she's my cousin Joe Crow.  We got leetle piznies.  You gone in house."  Later he found out that the business was the bottle.

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Lewey Tomah.

Son of Peol Tomah who killed the Mohawk Skiumoon [?] at Souadabscook [?] Joe Tomah was a brother of Lewy.

"Now me show you how call old he-squaw musquash. Now me show you how call old she-squaw musquash." And the same of he-squaw and she-squaw ducks.

Seeing big Frank Nicola one day Lewey exclaimed "Oh my dear soul, Lewey Tomah had such body that [,] what work he would do." - "Spoil it drinking whisky", suggested my father - "Ockby (i.e. whisky) my dear soul, hard labor kill Lewey Tomah."

"Manry me jes glad to see you, 's see our own brudder. - Ah-h some folks see Lewy Tomah say he's got too much ockoby, Lewy Tomah. But you see me's got disease kind o {3} deaf an' dumb like, {2} palpitation of heart, {1} no circulation of blood."

He had in his house a pamphlet which he showed father. It was "A Law for the Suppression of Drinking {Houses} & Tippling Houses [one struck through] {Shops}. "Me got it Augusta. Pretty good law dat law we hopes she put 'em through." Pretty soon an awful old Indian came along with a round brass kettle containing a bottle of whiskey, an axe and a gun. "Hardies, dis shentleman, dis Hingian man she's my cousin Joe Crow. We got leetle piznies. You gone in house." Later he found out that the business was the bottle.