Young Mr. Mowat, son of my old friend, is an improver, and a moderate one.
He pointed in the direction indicated, and there was just daylight enough left to enable Mowat to steer into a narrow creek.
This point is made very plain by some of the beautiful estate maps edited by Mr Mowat.
Mowat, though naturally sluggish, was quick in action when circumstances required him to be so.
Dispensing with the services of Mowat, Nazinred turned to the Eskimos and acted the part of his own interpreter.
“Well, you might have a worse foundation,” returned Mowat, with something of good-natured cynicism on his rugged face.
Mowat exceeded his orders and destroyed the town of Falmouth.
However, after a little I got over it, and made (as Mowat alleges) the most telling speech I ever made.
Mowat was sentenced to be imprisoned six months and branded on the hand with a hot iron.
Livingstone describes Mowat as "one of a meek, sweet disposition, straight and zealous for the truth."