Mr. Murray and I becoming anxious to know the meaning of _chick-a-bob-boo_, it was agreed that the War-chief (who had a dry but amusing way of relating an anecdote) should give us the etymology of the word _chick-a-bob-boo_, which they said was manufactured but a few years since in their country. The old Boy-chief, who was not a stranger to _chick-a-bob-boo_, nor to good jokes, said that the "War-chief couldn't tell a story well unless his lips were kept moist;" and he proposed that we should drink Mr. Murray's health before he commenced. So the champagne was poured again, and, the Hon. Mr. Murray's health being drank, the War-chief proceeded by saying--that "Only a few years since, when the white men were bringing so much rum and whiskey into the little village where he lives, that it was making them all sick, and killing a great many, the chiefs decided in council that they would tomahawk every keg of whiskey the white men should bring in; and it had the effect of keeping them away, and their people, who had been drunk and sick, were getting well. "Not long after that," continued he, "a little old man with red hair, who used to bring us bags of apples, got in the way of bringing in one end of his bag a great many bottles filled with something that looked much like whiskey, but which, when we smelled it, and tasted it, we found was not _fire-water_, and it was much liked by the chiefs and all; for they found, he said, it was good, and would not make Indians drunk. He sold much of this to the Indians, and came very often; and when he had carried it a great way on his horse, and in the sun, it sometimes became very impatient to get out of the bottles; and it was very amusing to see the little old man turn a crooked wire into the bottle to pull out the stopper, when one was holding a cup ready to catch it. As he would twist the wire in, it would go _chee--e--_; and when he poured it out, it would say, _pop-poo, pop-poo_.[8] This amused the women and children very much, and they called it at first _chee-pop-poo_, and since, _chick-a-bob-boo_. And this the old man with red hair told us at last was nothing but the juice of apples, though we found it very good; and yet it has made some very drunk." [8] This word must be _whispered_, as the War-chief gave it, and not _spoken_, to be appreciated--after the mode of Indians in their imitations, or exclamations of surprise.