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  \"Theideeofleavin’Kittysosoonarterourmarriagewentaginmygrainconsiderable。Icruisedalongthedocksforsome—thin’todointhewayofstevedore:an’thoughIpickedupastrayjobhereandthere,Ididn’tamenoughtobuyship—bisketforarat;letalonefeedin’twohumanmouths。

  Therewasn’tnothin’honestIwouldn’thaveturnedahandto;butthe’longshoremengobbledupallthework,an’aoutsiderlikemedidn’tstandashow。

  \"Thingsgotfrombadtoworse;themonth’srenttookallourcashexceptadollarorso,an’theskylookedkindo’squallyforean’aft。Well,Isetoutonemornin’—thatidenticalunluckymornin’—determinedtocomebackan’

  tosssomepayintoKitty’slap,ifIhadtosellmyjacketforit。Ispiedabrigunloadin’coalatpierNo。47—howwellIremembersit!Ihailedthemate,an’offeredmyselfforacoal—heaver。ButIwasn’twanted,ashetoldmecivillyenough,whichwasbettertreatmentthanusual。AsIturnedoffratherglumIwassignalledbyoneofthemsleek,smooth—spokenrascalswithawhitehatan’aweedonit,asisalwaysgoin’aboutthepiersa—seekin’whotheymaydevower。

  \"Wesailorsknow’emforrascalsfromstemtostarn,butsomehoweveryfreshonefleecesusjestashismatedidaforehim。Wedon’tlamnothin’byexper’ence;we’rejestnobetterthanalotofbabyswithnobrains。

  \"’Goodmornin’,myman,’sezthechap,asileyasyouplease。

  \"’Mornin’,sir,’sezI。

  \"’Lookin’forajob?’sezhe。

  \"’Throughthebigendofatelescope,’sez1—meanin’thatthechancesforajoblookedverysmallfrommypintofview。

  \"’You’rethemanformymoney,’sezthesharper,smilin’asinnocentasacherubim;’jeststepinhere,tillwetalkitover。’

  \"SoIgoeswithhimlikeanat’ral—bornidiot,intoalittlegrocery—shopnearby,wherewesetsdownatatablewithabottleatweenus。ThenitcomesoutasthereisaNewBedfordwhalerabouttostartforthefishin’

  grounds,an’jestoneable—bodiedsailorlikemeiswantedtomakeupthecrew。WouldIgo?Yes,Iwouldn’tonnoterms。

  \"’I’llbetyoufiftydollars,’sezhe,’thatyou’llcomebackfustmate。’

  \"’I’llbetyouahundred,’sezI,’thatIdon’t,forI’vesignedpapersaskeepsmeashore,an’theparsonhaswitnessedthedeed。’

  \"Sowesatthere,heurgin’metoship,an’Ichaffin’himcheerfuloverthebottle。

  \"ArterawhileIbeguntofeelalittlequeer;thingsgotfoggyinmyupperworks,an’Iremembers,faint—like,ofsignin’apaper;thenIremembersbein’inasmallboat;an’thenIremembersnothin’untilIheardthemate’swhistlepipin’allhandsondeck。Itumbledupwiththerest;an’

  thereIwas—onboardofawhaleroutwardboundforathreeyears’cruise,an’mydearlittlelassashoreawaitin’forme。\"

  \"Miserablewretch!\"saidMissAbigail,inavoicethatvibratedamongthetinplattersonthedresser。ThiswasMissAbigail’swayoftestifyinghersympathy。

  \"Thankee,marm,\"returnedSailorBen,doubtfully。

  \"Notalkingtothemanatthewheel,\"criedtheCaptain。Uponwhichwealllaughed。\"Spin!\"addedmygrandfather。

  SailorBenresumed:

  \"Ileaveyoutoguessthewretchednessasfelluponme,forI’venotgotthegifttotellyou。ThereIwasdownontheship’sbooksforathreeyears’

  viage,an’nohelpforit。IfeelnightosixhundredyearsoldwhenI

  thinkhowlongthatviagewas。Thereisn’tnohour—glassasrunsslowenoughtokeepatallyoftheslownessofthemfusthours。ButIdonemydutylikeaman,seem’therewasn’tnowayofgettin’outofit。Itoldmyshipmatesofthetrickashadbeenplayedonme,antheytriedtocheermeupabit;butIwassoresorrowfulforalongspell。ManyanightonwatchIputmyfaceinmyhandsandsobbedforthinkin’ofthelittlewomanleftamongtheland—sharks,an’nomantohaveaneyeonher,Godblessher!\"

  HereKittysoftlydrewherchairnearertoSailorBen,andrestedonehandonhisarm。

  \"Ouradventuresamongthewhales,Itakeit,doesn’tconsarnthepresentcompanyhereassembled。SoIgivethatthegoby。There’sanendtoeverythin’,eventoawhalin’viage。MyheartallbutchokedmethedayweputintoNewBedfordwithourcargoofile。Igotmythreeyears’payinalump,an’madeforNewYorklikeaflashoflightuin’。Thepeoplehovetoandlookedatme,asIrushedthroughthestreetslikeamadman,untilI

  cametothespotwherethelodgin’—housestoodonWestStreet。But,Lordloveye,therewasn’tnosechlodgin’—housethere,butagreatnewbrickshop。

  \"Imadeboldtogoinan’askartertheoldplace,butnobodyknowednothin’

  aboutit,saveasithadbeentorndowntwoyearsormore。Iwasadriftnow,forIhadreckonedallthemdaysandnightsongittin’wordofKittyfromDanShackford,themanaskeptthelodgin’。

  \"AsIstoodtherewithallthewindknockedoutofmysails,theideeofrunnin’alongsidetheperlice—stationpoppedintomyhead。TheperlicewaslikelytoknowthelatitudeofamanlikeDanShackford,whowasn’toveran’aboverespecktible。Theydidknow—hehaddiedintheTombsjailthatdaytwelvemonth。Acoincydunce,wasn’tit?Iwasreadytodropwhentheytoldmethis;howsomever,Iboreupan’givethechiefanotionofthefixIwasin。HewritanoticewhichIputintothenewspaperseverydayforthreemonths;butnothin’comeofit。IcruisedoverthecityweekinandweekoutIwenttoeverysortofplacewheretheyhiredwomenhands;I

  didn’tleaveathinkundonethatauneddicatedmancoulddo。Butnothin’

  comeofit。Idon’tbelievetherewasawretchedersoulinthatbigcityofwretchednessthanme。SometimesIwantedtolaydowninthesheetsanddie。

  \"Driftin’disconsolateonedayamongtheshippin’,whoshouldIoverhaulbuttheidenticalsmooth—spokenchapwithawhitehatan’aweedonit!I

  didn’tknowiftherewasanyspentleftinme,tillIclappedeyeonhisveryonpleasantcountenance。’Youvillain!’sezI,’where’smylittleIrishlassasyoudraggedmeawayfrom?’an’Ilightedonhim,hatandall,likethat!\"

  HereSailorBenbroughthisfistdownonthedealtablewiththeforceofasledge—hammer。MissAbigailgaveastart,andthealeleapedupinthepitcherlikeaminiaturefountain。

  \"Ibegsyourparden,ladiesandgentlemenall;butthethoughtofthatfellerwithhisringan’hiswatch—chainan’hiswalrusface,isalustoomanyforme。Iwasforpitchin’himintotheNorthRiver,whenaperlicemanpreventedmefrombenefitin’thehumanfamily。Ihadtopayfivedollarsforhittin’thechap(theysaiditwassaltandbuttery),an’that’swhatI

  callaneat,genteelluxury。Itwasworthdoublethemoneyjesttoseethatwhitehat,withaweedonit,layin’onthewharflikeabustedaccordiun。

  \"Artermonthsofuselesssarch,Iwenttoseaagin。InevergotintoaforenportbutIkeptawatchoutforKitty。OnceIthoughtIseedherinLiverpool,butitwasonlyagalaslookedlikeher。Thenumbersofwomenindifferentpartsoftheworldaslookedlikeherwasamazin’。Soagoodmanyyearscrawledby,an’Iwanderedfromplacetoplace,nevergivin’upthesarch。Imighthavebeenchiefmatescoresoftimes,maybemaster;butIhadn’tnoambition。Iseedmanystrangethingsinthemyears—outlandishpeoplean’cities,storms,shipwracks,an’battles。Iseedmanyatruemategodown,an’sometimesIenviedthemwhatwenttotheirrest。Butthesethingsisneitherherenorthere。

  \"AboutayearagoIshippedonboardtheBelphcebeyonder,an’ofallthestrangewindsaseverblowed,thestrangestan’thebestwasthewindasblowedmetothishereblessedspot。Ican’tbetoothankful。ThatI’masthankfulasitispossibleforanuneddicatedmantobe,Heknowsasreadstheheartofall。\"

  HereendedSailorBen’syarn,whichIhavewrittendowninhisownhomelywordsasnearlyasIcanrecallthem。Afterhehadfinished,theCaptainshookhandswithhimandservedouttheale。

  AsKittywasabouttodrink,shepaused,restedthecuponherknee,andaskedwhatdayofthemonthitwas。

  \"Thetwenty—seventh,\"saidtheCaptain,wonderingwhatshewasdrivingat。

  \"Then,\"criedKitty,\"it’stenyearsthisnightsence—\"

  \"Sincewhat?\"askedmygrandfather。

  \"SencethelittlelassandIgotspliced!\"roaredSailorBen。\"There’sanothercoincydunceforyou!\"

  Onhearingthisweallclappedhands,andtheCaptain,withadegreeofceremonythatwasalmostpainful,drankabumpertothehealthandhappinessofthebrideandbridegroom。

  Itwasapleasantsighttoseethetwooldloverssittingsidebyside,inspiteofall,drinkingfromthesamelittlecup—abatteredzincdipperwhichSailorBenhadunslungfromastraproundhiswaist。IthinkIneversawhimwithoutthisdipperandasheath—knifesuspendedjustbackofhiship,readyforanyconvivialoccasion。

  Wehadamerrytimeofit。TheCaptainwasingreatforcethisevening,andnotonlyrelatedhisfamousexploitintheWarof1812,butregaledthecompanywithadashingsea—songfromMr。Shakespeare’splayofTheTempest。

  Hehadamellowtenorvoice(notShakespeare,buttheCaptain),androlledouttheversewithawill:

  \"Themaster,theswabber,theboatswain,andI,Thegunner,andhismate,Lov’dMall,Meg,andMarian,andMargery,Butnoneofuscar’dforKate。\"

  \"Averygoodsong,andverywellsung,\"saysSailorBen;\"butsomeofusdoescareforKate。IsthisMr。Shawkspearaseafarm’man,sir?\"

  \"Notatpresent,\"repliedtheCaptain,withamonstroustwinkleinhiseye。

  Theclockwasstrikingtenwhenthepartybrokeup。TheCaptainwalkedtothe\"Mariner’sHome\"withhisguest,inordertoquestionhimregardinghisfuturemovements。

  \"Well,sir,\"saidhe,\"Iain’tasyoungasIwas,an’Idon’tcal’ulatetogotoseanomore。Iproposestodropanchorhere,an’hugthelanduntiltheoldhulkgoestopieces。I’vegottwoorthreethousanddollarsinthelocker,an’expectstogetonuncommoncomfortablewithoutaskin’nooddsfromtheAssylumforDecayedMariners。\"

  Mygrandfatherindorsedtheplanwarmly,andSailorBendiddropanchorinRivermouth,wherehespeedilybecameoneoftheinstitutionsofthetown。

  Hisfirststepwastobuyasmallone—storycottagelocatedattheheadofthewharf,withingun—shotoftheNutterHouse。Tothegreatamusementofmygrandfather,SailorBenpaintedthecottagealightsky—blue,andranabroadblackstripearounditjustundertheeaves。Inthisstripehepaintedwhiteport—holes,atregulardistances,makinghisresidencelookasmuchlikeaman—of—waraspossible。Withashortflag—staffprojectingoverthedoorlikeabowsprit,theeffectwasquitemagical。MydescriptionoftheexteriorofthispalatialresidenceiscompletewhenIaddthattheproprietornailedahorseshoeagainstthefrontdoortokeepoffthewitches—averynecessaryprecautionintheselatitudes。

  TheinsideofSailorBen’sabodewasnotlessstrikingthantheoutside。Thecottagecontainedtworooms;theoneopeningonthewharfhecalledhiscabin;hereheateandslept。Hisfewtumblersandafrugalcollectionofcrockeryweresetinaracksuspendedoverthetable,whichhadacleatofwoodnailedroundtheedgetopreventthedishesfromslidingoffincaseofaheavysea。Hangingagainstthewallswerethreeorfourhighlycoloredprintsofcelebratedfrigates,andalithographpictureofarosyyoungwomaninsufficientlycladintheAmericanflag。Thiswaslabelled\"Kitty,\"

  thoughI’msureitlookednomorelikeherthanIdid。Awalrus—toothwithanEsquimauxengravedonit,ashark’sjaw,andthebladeofasword—fishwereamongtheenviabledecorationsofthisapartment。Inonecornerstoodhisbunk,orbed,andintheotherhiswell—wornsea—chest,aperfectPandora’sboxofmysteries。Youwouldhavethoughtyourselfinthecabinofarealship。

  Thelittleroomaft,separatedfromthecabinbyaslidingdoor,wasthecaboose。Itheldacooking—stove,pots,pans,andgroceries;alsoalotoffishing—linesandcoilsoftarredtwine,whichmadetheplacesmelllikeaforecastle,andadelightfulsmellitis—tothosewhofancyit。

  Kittydidn’tleaveourservice,butplayedhousekeeperforbothestablishments,returningatnighttoSailorBen’s。Heshortlyaddedawherrytohisworldlygoods,andinthefishingseasonmadeaveryhandsomeincome。Duringthewinterheemployedhimselfmanufacturingcrab—nets,forwhichhefoundnolackofcustomers。

  Hispopularityamongtheboyswasimmense。Ajackknifeinhisexperthandwasawholechestoftools。HecouldwhittleoutanythingfromawoodenchaintoaChinesepagoda,orafull—riggedseventy—fourafootlong。ToownashipofSailorBen’sbuildingwastobeexaltedaboveyourfellow—creatures。Hedidn’tcarvemany,andthoseherefusedtosell,choosingtopresentthemtohisyoungfriends,ofwhomTomBailey,youmaybesure,wasone。

  Howdelightfulitwasofwinternightstositinhiscoseycabin,closetotheship’sstove(hewouldn’thearofhavingafireplace),andlistentoSailorBen’syarns!Intheearlysummertwilights,whenhesatonthedoor—stepsplicingaropeormendinganet,healwayshadabevyofbloomingyoungfacesalongside。

  Thedearoldfellow!Howtenderlytheyearstouchedhimafterthis—allthemoretenderly,itseemed,forhavingroughedhimsocruellyinotherdays!

  ChapterSeventeenHowWeAstonishedtheRivermouthiansSailorBen’sarrivalpartlydrovetheNewOrleansprojectfrommybrain。

  Besides,therewasjustthenacertainmovementonfootbytheCentipedeClubwhichhelpedtoengrossmyattention。

  PepperWhitcombtooktheCaptain’svetophilosophically,observingthathethoughtfromthefirstthegovernorwouldn’tletmego。Idon’tthinkPepperwasquitehonestinthat。

  Buttothesubjectinhand。

  AmongthefewchangesthathavetakenplaceinRivermouthduringthepasttwentyyearsthereisonewhichIregret。Ilamenttheremovalofallthosevarnishedironcannonwhichusedtododutyaspostsatthecornersofstreetsleadingfromtheriver。Theywerequaintlyornamental,eachsetuponendwithasolidshotsolderedintoitsmouth,andgavetothatpartofthetownapicturesquenessverypoorlyatonedforbytheconventionalwoodenstakesthathavedeposedthem。

  Theseguns(\"oldsogers\"theboyscalledthem)hadtheirstory,likeeverythingelseinRivermouth。Whenthateverlastinglastwar—theWarof1812,Imean—cametoanend,allthebrigs,schooners,andbarksfittedoutatthisportasprivateerswereaseagertogetridoftheiruselesstwelve—poundersandswivelsastheyhadpreviouslybeentoobtainthem。

  Manyofthepieceshadcostlargesums,andnowtheywerelittlebetterthansomuchcrudeiron—notsogood,infact,fortheywereclumsythingstobreakupandmeltover。Thegovernmentdidn’twantthem;privatecitizensdidn’twantthem;theywereadruginthemarket。

  Buttherewasoneman,ridiculousbeyondhisgeneration,whogotitintohisheadthatafortunewastobemadeoutofthesesameguns。Tobuythemall,toholdontothemuntilwarwasdeclaredagain(ashehadnodoubtitwouldbeinafewmonths),andthenselloutatfabulousprices—thiswasthedaringideathataddledthepateofSilasTrefethen,\"DealerinE。&W。

  I。GoodsandGroceries,\"asthefadedsignoverhisshop—doorinformedthepublic。

  Silaswentshrewdlytowork,buyingupeveryoldcannonhecouldlayhandson。Hisback—yardwassooncrowdedwithbroken—downgun—carriages,andhisbarnwithguns,likeanarsenal。WhenSilas’spurposegotwinditwasastonishinghowvaluablethatthingbecamewhichjustnowwasworthnothingatall。

  \"Ha,ha!\"thoughtSilas。\"Somebodyelseistryin’higitcontrolofthemarket。ButIguessI’vegotthestartofhim。\"

  Sohewentonbuyingandbuying,oftentimespayingdoubletheoriginalpriceofthearticle。Peopleintheneighboringtownscollectedalltheworthlessordnancetheycouldfind,andsentitbythecart—loadtoRivermouth。

  Whenhisbarnwasfull,Silasbeganpilingtherubbishinhiscellar,theninhisparlor。Hemortgagedthestockofhisgrocerystore,mortgagedhishouse,hisbarn,hishorse,andwouldhavemortgagedhimself,ifanyonewouldhavetakenhimassecurity,inordertocarryonthegrandspeculation。Hewasaruinedman,andashappyasalark。

  SurelypoorSilaswascracked,likethemajorityofhisowncannon。Moreorlesscrazyhemusthavebeenalways。Yearsbeforethishepurchasedanelegantrosewoodcoffin,andkeptitinoneofthespareroomsinhisresidence。Heevenhadhisnameengravedonthesilver—plate,leavingablankaftertheword\"Died。\"

  Theblankwasfilledupinduetime,andwellitwasforSilasthathesecuredsostylishacoffininhisopulentdays,forwhenhediedhisworldlywealthwouldnothaveboughthimapinebox,tosaynothingofrosewood。HenevergaveupexpectingawarwithGreatBritain。Hopefulandradianttothelast,hisdyingwordswere,England—war—fewdays—greatprofits!

  Itwasthatsweetoldlady,DameJocelyn,whotoldmethestoryofSilasTrefethen;forthesethingshappenedlongbeforemyday。Silasdiedin1817。

  AtTrefethen’sdeathhisuniquecollectioncameundertheauctioneer’shammer。Someofthelargergunsweresoldtothetown,andplantedatthecornersofdiversstreets;otherswentofftotheiron—foundry;thebalance,numberingtwelve,weredumpeddownonadesertedwharfatthefootofAnchorLane,where,summeraftersummer,theyrestedattheireaseinthegrassandfungi,peltedinautumnbytherainandannuallyburiedbythewintersnow。Itiswiththesetwelvegunsthatourstoryhastodeal。

  Thewharfwheretheyreposedwasshutofffromthestreetbyahighfence—asilentdreamyoldwharf,coveredwithstrangeweedsandmosses。Onaccountofitsseclusionandthegoodfishingitafforded,itwasmuchfrequentedbyusboys。

  Therewemetmanyanafternoontothrowout。ourlines,orplayleap—frogamongtherustycannon。Theywerefamousfellowsinoureyes。Whatarackettheyhadmadeintheheydayoftheirunchastenedyouth!Whatstoriestheymighttellnow,iftheirpuffymetalliclipscouldonlyspeak!Oncetheywerelivelytalkersenough;buttherethegrimsea—dogslay,silentandforlorninspiteofalltheirformergrowlings。

  Theyalwaysseemedtomelikealotofvenerabledisabledtars,stretchedoutonalawninfrontofahospital,gazingseaward,andmutelylamentingtheirlostyouth。

  Butoncemoretheyweredestinedtoliftuptheirdolorousvoices—oncemoreeretheykeeledoverandlayspeechlessforalltime。Andthisishowitbefell。

  JackHarris,CharleyMarden,HarryBlake,andmyselfwerefishingoffthewharfoneafternoon,whenathoughtflasheduponmelikeaninspiration。

  \"Isay,boys!\"Icried,haulinginmylinehandoverhand,\"I’vegotsomething!\"

  \"Whatdoesitpulllike,youngster?\"askedHarris,lookingdownatthetautlineandexpectingtoseeabigperchatleast。

  \"O,nothinginthefishway,\"Ireturned,laughing;\"it’sabouttheoldguns。\"

  \"Whataboutthem?\"

  \"Iwasthinkingwhatjollyfunitwouldbetosetoneoftheoldsogersonhislegsandservehimoutarationofgunpowder。\"

  Upcamethethreelinesinajiffy。Anenterprisebettersuitedtothedispositionofmycompanionscouldnothavebeenproposed。

  Inashorttimewehadoneofthesmallercannonoveronitsbackandwerebusyscrapingthegreenrustfromthetouch—hole。Themouldhadspikedthegunsoeffectually,thatforawhilewefanciedweshouldhavetogiveupourattempttoresuscitatetheoldsoger。

  \"Alonggimletwouldclearitout,\"saidCharleyMarden,\"ifweonlyhadone。\"

  IlookedtoseeifSailorBen’sflagwasflyingatthecabindoor,forhealwaystookinthecolorswhenhewentofffishing。

  \"WhenyouwanttoknowiftheAdmiral’saboard,jestcastaneyetothebuntin’,myhearties,\"saysSailorBen。

  SometimesinajocosemoodhecalledhimselftheAdmiral,andIamsurehedeservedtobeone。TheAdmiral’sflagwasflying,andIsoonprocuredagimletfromhiscarefullykepttool—chest。

  Beforelongwehadtheguninworkingorder。Anewspaperlashedtotheendofalathservedasaswabtodustoutthebore。JackHarrisblewthroughthetouch—holeandpronouncedallclear。

  Seeingourtaskaccomplishedsoeasily,weturnedourattentiontotheotherguns,whichlayinallsortsofposturesintherankgrass。BorrowingaropefromSailorBen,wemanagedwithimmenselabortodragtheheavypiecesintopositionandplaceabrickundereachmuzzletogiveittheproperelevation。Whenwebeheldthemallinarow,likearegularbattery,wesimultaneouslyconceivedanidea,themagnitudeofwhichstruckusdumbforamoment。

  Ourfirstintentionwastoloadandfireasinglegun。Howfeebleandinsignificantwassuchaplancomparedtothatwhichnowsentthelightdancingintooureyes!

  \"Whatcouldwehavebeenthinkingof?\"criedJackHarris。\"We’llgive’emabroadside,tobesure,ifwedieforit!\"

  Weturnedtowithawill,andbeforenightfallhadnearlyhalfthebatteryoverhauledandreadyforservice。Tokeeptheartillerydrywestuffedwadsofloosehempintothemuzzles,andfittedwoodenpegstothetouch—holes。

  AtrecessthenextnoontheCentipedesmetinacorneroftheschool—yardtotalkovertheproposedlark。Theoriginalprojectors,thoughtheywouldhavelikedtokeepthethingsecret,wereobligedtomakeaclubmatterofit,inasmuchasfundswererequiredforammunition。Therehadbeennorecentdrainonthetreasury,andthesocietycouldwellaffordtospendafewdollarsinsonotableanundertaking。

  Itwasunanimouslyagreedthattheplanshouldbecarriedoutinthehandsomestmanner,andasubscriptiontothatendwastakenonthespot。

  SeveraloftheCentipedeshadn’tacent,exceptingtheonestrungaroundtheirnecks;others,however,werericher。Ichancedtohaveadollar,anditwentintothecapquickerthanlightning。Whentheclub,inviewofmymunificence,votedtonamethegunsBailey’sBatteryIwasprouderthanI

  haveeverbeensinceoveranything。

  Themoneythusraised,addedtothatalreadyinthetreasury,amountedtoninedollars—afortuneinthosedays;butnotmorethanwehadusefor。

  Thissumwasdividedintotwelveparts,foritwouldnotdoforoneboytobuyallthepowder,norevenforusalltomakeourpurchasesatthesameplace。Thatwouldexcitesuspicionatanytime,particularlyataperiodsoremotefromtheFourthofJuly。

  Therewereonlythreestoresintownlicensedtosellpowder;thatgaveeachstorefourcustomers。Nottoruntheslightestriskofremark,oneboyboughthispowderonMonday,thenextboyonTuesday,andsoonuntiltherequisitequantitywasinourpossession。Thisweputintoakegandcarefullyhidinadryspotonthewharf。

  Ournextstepwastofinishcleaningtheguns,whichoccupiedtwoafternoons,forseveraloftheoldsogerswereinaverycongestedstateindeed。Havingcompletedthetask,wecameuponadifficulty。Tosetoffthebatterybydaylightwasoutofthequestion;itmustbedoneatnight;

  itmustbedonewithfuses,fornodoubttheneighborswouldturnoutafterthefirsttwoorthreeshots,anditwouldnotpaytobecaughtinthevicinity。

  Whoknewanythingaboutfuses?Whocouldarrangeitsothegunswouldgooffoneaftertheother,withanintervalofaminuteorsobetween?

  Theoreticallyweknewthataminutefuselastedaminute;doublethequantity,twominutes;butpracticallywewereatastand—still。Therewasbutonepersonwhocouldhelpusinthisextremity—SailorBen。TomewasassignedthedutyofobtainingwhatinformationIcouldfromtheex—gunner,itbeinglefttomydiscretionwhetherornottointrusthimwithoursecret。

  SooneeveningIdroppedintothecabinandartfullyturnedtheconversationtofusesingeneral,andthentoparticularfuses,butwithoutgettingmuchoutoftheoldboy,whowasbusymakingatwinehammock。Finally,Iwasforcedtodivulgethewholeplot。

  TheAdmiralhadasailor’sloveforajoke,andenteredatonceandheartilyintoourscheme。Hevolunteeredtopreparethefuseshimself,andIleftthelaborinhishands,havingboundhimbyseveralextraordinaryoaths—suchas\"Hope—Imay—die\"and\"Shiver—my—timbers\"—nottobetrayus,comewhatwould。

  ThiswasMondayevening。OnWednesdaythefuseswereready。ThatnightweweretounmuzzleBailey’sBattery。Mr。Grimshawsawthatsomethingwaswrongsomewhere,forwewererestlessandabsent—mindedintheclasses,andthebestofuscametogriefbeforethemorningsessionwasover。WhenMr。

  Grimshawannounced\"GuyFawkes\"asthesubjectforournextcomposition,youmighthaveknockeddowntheMysticTwelvewithafeather。

  Thecoincidencewascertainlycurious,butwhenamanhascommitted,orisabouttocommitanoffence,ahundredtrifles,whichwouldpassunnoticedatanothertime,seemtopointathimwithconvictingfingers。NodoubtGuyFawkeshimselfreceivedmanyastartafterhehadgothiswickedkegsofgunpowderneatlypiledupundertheHouseofLords。

  Wednesday,asIhavementioned,wasahalf—holiday,andtheCentipedesassembledinmybarntodecideonthefinalarrangements。Thesewereassimpleascouldbe。Asthefuseswereconnected,itneededbutonepersontofirethetrain。Hereuponaroseadiscussionastowhowastheproperperson。SomearguedthatIoughttoapplythematch,thebatterybeingchristenedafterme,andthemainidea,moreover,beingmine。OthersadvocatedtheclaimofPhilAdamsastheoldestboy。Atlastwedrewlotsforthepostofhonor。

  Twelveslipsoffoldedpaper,upononeofwhichwaswritten\"Thouarttheman,\"wereplacedinaquartmeasure,andthoroughlyshaken;theneachmembersteppedupandliftedouthisdestiny。Atagivensignalweopenedourbillets。\"Thouarttheman,\"saidtheslipofpapertremblinginmyfingers。Thesweetsandanxietiesofaleaderwereminetherestoftheafternoon。

  DirectlyaftertwilightsetinPhilAdamsstoledowntothewharfandfixedthefusestotheguns,layingatrainofpowderfromtheprincipalfusetothefence,throughachinkofwhichIwastodropthematchatmidnight。

  Atteno’clockRivermouthgoestobed。Ateleveno’clockRivermouthisasquietasacountrychurchyard。Attwelveo’clockthereisnothingleftwithwhichtocomparethestillnessthatbroodsoverthelittleseaport。

  InthemidstofthisstillnessIaroseandglidedoutofthehouselikeaphantombentonanevilerrand;likeaphantom。Iflittedthroughthesilentstreet,hardlydrawingbreathuntilIkneltdownbesidethefenceattheappointedplace。

  Pausingamomentformyhearttostopthumping,Ilightedthematchandshieldeditwithbothhandsuntilitwaswellunderway,andthendroppedtheblazingsplinterontheslenderthreadofgunpowder。

  Anoiselessflashinstantlyfollowed,andallwasdarkagain。Ipeepedthroughthecreviceinthefence,andsawthemainfusespittingoutsparkslikeaconjurer。Assuredthatthetrainhadnotfailed,Itooktomyheels,fearfullestthefusemightburnmorerapidlythanwecalculated,andcauseanexplosionbeforeIcouldgethome。This,luckily,didnothappen。

  There’saspecialProvidencethatwatchesoveridiots,drunkenmen,andboys。

  Idodgedtheceremonyofundressingbyplungingintobed,jacket,boots,andall。IamnotsureItookoffmycap;butIknowthatIhadhardlypulledthecoverlidoverme,when\"BOOM!\"soundedthefirstgunofBailey’sBattery。

  Ilayasstillasamouse。Inlessthantwominutestherewasanotherburstofthunder,andthenanother。Thethirdgunwasatremendousfellowandfairlyshookthehouse。

  Thetownwaswakingup。Windowswerethrownopenhereandthereandpeoplecalledtoeachotheracrossthestreetsaskingwhatthatfiringwasfor。

  \"BOOM!\"wentgunnumberfour。

  Isprungoutofbedandtoreoffmyjacket,forIheardtheCaptainfeelinghiswayalongthewalltomychamber。Iwashalfundressedbythetimehefoundtheknobofthedoor。

  \"Isay,sir,\"Icried,\"doyouhearthoseguns?\"

  \"Notbeingdeaf,Ido,\"saidtheCaptain,alittletartly—anyreflectiononhishearingalwaysnettledhim;\"butwhatonearththeyareforIcan’tconceive。Youhadbettergetupanddressyourself。\"

  \"I’mnearlydressed,sir。\"

  \"BOOM!BOOM!\"—twoofthegunshadgoneofftogether。

  ThedoorofMissAbigail’sbedroomopenedhastily,andthatpinkofmaidenlyproprietysteppedoutintothehailinhernight—gown—theonlyindecorousthingIeverknewhertodo。SheheldalightedcandleinherhandandlookedlikeaveryagedLadyMacbeth。

  \"ODan’el,thisisdreadful!Whatdoyousupposeitmeans?\"

  \"Ireallycan’tsuppose,\"saidtheCaptain,rubbinghisear;\"butIguessit’sovernow。\"

  \"BOOM!\"saidBailey’sBattery。

  Rivermouthwaswideawakenow,andhalfthemalepopulationwereinthestreets,runningdifferentways,forthefiringseemedtoproceedfromoppositepointsofthetown。Everybodywaylaideverybodyelsewithquestions;butasnooneknewwhatwastheoccasionofthetumult,peoplewhowerenotusuallynervousbegantobeoppressedbythemystery。

  Somethoughtthetownwasbeingbombarded;somethoughttheworldwascomingtoanend,asthepiousandingeniousMr。Millerhadpredicteditwould;

  butthosewhocouldn’tformanytheorywhateverwerethemostperplexed。

  InthemeanwhileBailey’sBatterybellowedawayatregularintervals。Thegreatestconfusionreignedeverywherebythistime。Peoplewithlanternsrushedhitherandthither。Thetownwatchhadturnedouttoaman,andmarchedoff,inadmirableorder,inthewrongdirection。Discoveringtheirmistake,theyretracedtheirsteps,andgotdowntothewharfjustasthelastcannonbelchedforthitslightning。

  AdensecloudofsulphuroussmokefloatedoverAnchorLane,obscuringthestarlight。Twoorthreehundredpeople,invariousstagesofexcitement,crowdedabouttheupperendofthewharf,notlikingtoadvancefartheruntiltheyweresatisfiedthattheexplosionswereover。Aboardwashereandthereblownfromthefence,andthroughtheopeningsthusaffordedafewofthemoredaringspiritsatlengthventuredtocrawl。

  Thecauseoftheracketsoontranspired。AsuspicionthattheyhadbeensoldgraduallydawnedontheRivermouthians。Manywereexceedinglyindignant,anddeclaredthatnopenaltywassevereenoughforthoseconcernedinsuchaprank;others—andtheseweretheverypeoplewhohadbeenterrifiednearlyoutoftheirwits—hadtheassurancetolaugh,sayingthattheyknewallalongitwasonlyatrick。

  Thetownwatchboldlytookpossessionoftheground,andthecrowdbegantodisperse。Knotsofgossipslingeredhereandthereneartheplace,indulginginvainsurmisesastowhotheinvisiblegunnerscouldbe。

  Therewasnomorenoisethatnight,butmanyatimidpersonlayawakeexpectingarenewalofthemysteriouscannonading。TheOldestInhabitantrefusedtogotobedonanyterms,butpersistedinsittingupinarocking—chair,withhishatandmittenson,untildaybreak。

  IthoughtIshouldnevergettosleep。ThemomentIdriftedoffinadozeI

  felltolaughingandwokemyselfup。Buttowardsmorningslumberovertookme,andIhadaseriesofdisagreeabledreams,inoneofwhichIwaswaiteduponbytheghostofSilasTrefethenwithanexorbitantbillfortheuseofhisguns。Inanother,Iwasdraggedbeforeacourt—martialandsentencedbySailorBen,inafrizzledwigandthree—corneredcockedhat,tobeshottodeathbyBailey’sBattery—asentencewhichSailorBenwasabouttoexecutewithhisownhand,whenIsuddenlyopenedmyeyesandfoundthesunshinelyingpleasantlyacrossmyface。ItellyouIwasglad!

  ThatunaccountablefascinationwhichleadstheguiltytohoveraboutthespotwherehiscrimewascommitteddrewmedowntothewharfassoonasI

  wasdressed。PhilAdams,JackHarris,andothersoftheconspiratorswerealreadythere,examiningwithamingledfeelingofcuriosityandapprehensionthehavocaccomplishedbythebattery。

  Thefencewasbadlyshatteredandthegroundploughedupforseveralyardsroundtheplacewherethegunsformerlylay—formerlylay,fornowtheywerescatteredeverywhichway。Therewasscarcelyagunthathadn’tburst。Herewasonerippedopenfrommuzzletobreech,andtherewasanotherwithitsmouthblownintotheshapeofatrumpet。Threeofthegunshaddisappearedbodily,butonlookingovertheedgeofthewharfwesawthemstandingonendinthetide—mud。Theyhadpoppedoverboardintheirexcitement。

  \"Itellyouwhat,fellows,\"whisperedPhilAdams,\"itisluckywedidn’ttrytotouch’emoffwithpunk。They’dhaveblownusalltofinders。\"

  ThedestructionofBailey’sBatterywasnot,unfortunately,theonlycatastrophe。AfragmentofoneofthecannonhadearnedawaythechimneyofSailorBen’scabin。Hewasverymadatfirst,buthavingpreparedthefusehimselfhedidn’tdarecomplainopenly。

  \"I’dhavetakenareefintheblessedstove—pipe,\"saidtheAdmiral,gazingruefullyatthesmashedchimney,\"ifIhadknownashowtheFlagshipwasagoin’tobeunderfire。\"

  Thenextdayheriggedoutanironfunnel,which,beinginsections,couldbedetachedandtakeninatamoment’snotice。Onthewhole,Ithinkhewasresignedtothedemolitionofhisbrickchimney。Thestove—pipewasagreatdealmoreshipshape。

  Thetownwasnotsoeasilyappeased。Theselectmendeterminedtomakeanexampleoftheguiltyparties,andofferedarewardfortheirarrest,holdingoutapromiseofpardontoanyoneoftheoffenderswhowouldfurnishinformationagainsttherest。ButtherewerenofaintheartsamongtheCentipedes。Suspicionrestedforawhileonseveralpersons—onthesoldiersatthefort;onacrazyfellow,knownabouttownas\"BottleNose\";

  andatlastonSailorBen。

  \"Shivermytimbers!\"criesthatdeeplyinjuredindividual。\"Doyousuppose,sir,asIhavelivedtosixtyyear,an’ain’tgotnomoresensethantogofortoblazeawayatmyownupperriggin’?Itdoesn’tstandtoreason。\"

  ItcertainlydidnotseemprobablethatMr。Watsonwouldmaliciouslyknockoverhisownchimney,andLawyerHackett,whohadthecaseinhand,’bowedhimselfoutoftheAdmiral’scabinconvincedthattherightmanhadnotbeendiscovered。

  Peoplelivingbytheseaarealwaysmoreorlesssuperstitious。Storiesofspectreshipsandmysteriousbeacons,thatlurevesselsoutoftheircourseandwreckthemonunknownreefs,wereamongthestocklegendsofRivermouth;andnotafewpeopleinthetownwerereadytoattributethefiringofthosegunstosomesupernaturalagency。TheOldestInhabitantrememberedthatwhenhewasaboyadim—lookingsortofschoonerhovetointheoffingonefoggyafternoon,firedoffasinglegunthatdidn’tmakeanyreport,andthencrumbledtonothing,spar,mast,andhulk,likeapieceofburntpaper。

  Theauthorities,however,wereoftheopinionthathumanhandshadsomethingtodowiththeexplosions,andtheyresortedtodeep—laidstratagemstogetholdofthesaidhands。Oneoftheirtrapscameverynearcatchingus。Theyartfullycausedanoldbrassfieldpiecetobeleftonawharfnearthesceneofourlateoperations。Nothingintheworldbutthelackofmoneytobuypowdersavedusfromfallingintotheclutchesofthetwowatchmenwholaysecretedforaweekinaneighboringsail—loft。

  Itwasmanyadaybeforethemidnightbombardmentceasedtobethetown—talk。Thetrickwassoaudaciousandonsograndascalethatnobodythoughtforaninstantofconnectingusladswithit。Suspicionatlengthgrewwearyoflightingonthewrongperson,andasconjecture—likethephysiciansintheepitaph—wasinvain,theRivermouthiansgaveuptheideaoffindingoutwhohadastonishedthem。

  Theyneverdidfindout,andneverwill,unlesstheyreadthisveracioushistory。Iftheselectmenarestilldisposedtopunishthemalefactors,I

  cansupplyLawyerHackettwithevidenceenoughtoconvictPepperWhitcomb,PhilAdams,CharleyMarden,andtheotherhonorablemembersoftheCentipedeClub。ButreallyIdon’tthinkitwouldpaynow。

  Chapter18

  AFrogHeWouldA—WooingGoIfthereadersupposesthatIlivedallthiswhileinRivermouthwithoutfallingavictimtooneormoreoftheyoungladiesattendingMissDorothyGibbs’sFemaleInstitute,why,then,allIhavetosayisthereaderexhibitshisignoranceofhumannature。

  MissGibbs’sseminarywaslocatedwithinafewminutes’walkoftheTempleGrammarSchool,andnumberedaboutthirty—fivepupils,themajorityofwhomboardedattheHall—PrimroseHall,asMissDorothyprettily20calledit。

  ThePrim—roses,aswecalledthem,rangedfromsevenyearsofagetosweetseventeen,andaprettiergroupofsirensnevergottogethereveninRivermouth,forRivermouth,youshouldknow,isfamousforitsprettygirls。

  Thereweretallgirlsandshortgirls,rosygirlsandpalegirls,andgirlsasbrownasberries;girlslikeAmazons,slendergirls,weirdandwinninglikeUndine,girlswithblacktresses,girlswithauburnringlets,girlswitheverytingeofgoldenhair。TobeholdMissDorothy’syoungladiesofaSundaymorningwalkingtochurchtwobytwo,thesmallesttoddlingattheendoftheprocession,likethebobsatthetailofakite,wasaspectacletofillwithtenderemotiontheleastsusceptibleheart。ToseeMissDorothymarchinggrimlyattheheadofherlightinfantry,wastofeelthehopelessnessofmakinganattackonanypartofthecolumn。

  Shewasaperfectdragonofwatchfulness。Themostunguardedliftingofaneyelashintheflutteringbattalionwassufficienttoputheronthelookout。Shehadhadexperienceswiththemalesex,thisMissDorothysoprimandgrim。Itwaswhisperedthatherheartwasatatteredalbumscrawledoverwithlove—lines,butthatshehadshutupthevolumelongago。

  Therewasatraditionthatshehadbeencrossedinlove;butitwasthefaintestoftraditions。Agayyounglieutenantofmarineshadflirtedwithheratacountryball(A。D。1811),andthenmarchedcarelesslyawayattheheadofhiscompanytotheshrillmusicofthefife,withoutsomuchasasighforthegirlheleftbehindhim。Theyearsrolledon,thegallantgayLothario—whichwasn’thisname—married,becameafather,andthenagrandfather;andattheperiodofwhichIamspeakinghisgrandchildwasactuallyoneofMissDorothy’syoungladies。So,atleast,ranthestory。

  Thelieutenanthimselfwasdeadthesemanyyears;butMissDorothynevergotoverhisduplicity。Shewasconvincedthatthesoleaimofmankindwastowintheunguardedaffectionofmaidens,andthenmarchofftreacherouslywithflyingcolorstotheheartlessmusicofthedrumandfife。ToshieldtheinmatesofPrimroseHallfromthebitterinfluencesthathadblightedherownearlyaffectionswasMissDorothy’smissioninlife。

  \"Nowolvesprowlingaboutmylambs,ifyouplease,\"saidMissDorothy。\"Iwillnotallowit。\"

  Shewasasgoodasherword。Idon’tthinktheboyliveswhoeversetfootwithinthelimitsofPrimroseHallwhiletheseminarywasunderhercharge。

  PerhapsifMissDorothyhadgivenheryoungladiesalittlemoreliberty,theywouldnothavethoughtit\"suchfun\"tomakeeyesoverthewhitelatticefenceattheyounggentlemenoftheTempleGrammarSchool。Isayperhaps;foritisonethingtomanagethirty—fiveyoungladiesandquiteanotherthingtotalkaboutit。

  ButallMissDorothy’svigilancecouldnotpreventtheyoungfolksfrommeetinginthetownnowandthen,norcouldherutmostingenuityinterruptpostalarrangements。TherewasnoendofnotespassingbetweenthestudentsandthePrimroses。Notestiedtotheheadsofarrowswereshotintodormitorywindows;notesweretuckedunderfences,andhiddeninthetrunksofdecayedtrees。Everythickplaceintheboxwoodhedgethatsurroundedtheseminarywasapossiblepost—office。

  ItwasaterribleshocktoMissDorothythedaysheunearthedanestoflettersinoneofthehugewoodenurnssurmountingthegatewaythatledtoherdovecot。ItwasabittermomenttoMissPhoebeandMissCandaceandMissHesba,whentheyhadtheirlocksofhairgrimlyhandedbacktothembyMissGibbsinthepresenceofthewholeschool。Girlswhoselocksofhairhadruntheblockadeinsafetywereparticularlysevereontheoffenders。

  Butitdidn’tstopothernotesandothertresses,andIwouldliketoknowwhatcanstopthemwhiletheearthholdstogether。

  NowwhenIfirstcametoRivermouthIlookedupongirlsasrathertamecompany;Ihadn’tasparkofsentimentconcerningthem;butseeingmycomradessendingandreceivingmysteriousepistles,wearingbitsofribbonintheirbutton—holesandleavingpackagesofconfectionery(generallylemon—drops)inthehollowtrunksoftrees—why,Ifeltthatthiswastheproperthingtodo。Iresolved,asamatterofduty,tofallinlovewithsomebody,andIdidn’tcareintheleastwhoitwas。InmuchthesamemoodthatDonQuixoteselectedtheDulcineadelTobosoforhislady—love,I

  singledoutoneofMissDorothy’sincomparableyoungladiesformine。

  IdebatedalongwhilewhetherIshouldnotselecttwo,butatlastsettleddownonone—apalelittlegirlwithblueeyes,namedAlice。Ishallnotmakealongstoryofthis,forAlicemadeshortworkofme。ShewassecretlyinlovewithPepperWhitcomb。ThisoccasionedatemporarycoolnessbetweenPepperandmyself。

  Notdisheartened,however,IplacedLauraRice—IbelieveitwasLauraRice—inthevacantniche。Thenewidolwasmorecruelthantheold。Theformerfranklysentmetotherightabout,butthelatterwasadeceitfullot。Sheworemynosegayinherdressattheeveningservice(thePrimrosesweremarchedtochurchthreetimeseverySunday),shepennedmethedaintiestofnotes,shesentmetheglossiestofringlets(cut,asI

  afterwardsfoundout,fromthestupidheadofMissGibbs’schamber—maid),andatthesametimewasholdingmeandmyponyuptoridiculeinaseriesofletterswrittentoJackHarris。ItwasHarrishimselfwhokindlyopenedmyeyes。

  \"Itellyouwhat,Bailey,\"saidthatyounggentleman,\"Lauraisanoldveteran,andcarriestoomanygunsforayoungster。Shecan’tresistaflirtation;Ibelieveshe’dflirtwithaninfantinarms。There’shardlyafellowintheschoolthathasn’twornhercolorsandsomeofherhair。Shedoesn’tgiveoutanymoreofherownhairnow。It’sbeenprettywellusedup。Thedemandwasgreaterthanthesupply,yousee。It’sallverywelltocorrespondwithLaura,butastolookingforanythingseriousfromher,theknowingonesdon’t。HopeIhaven’thurtyourfeelings,oldboy,\"(thatwasasoothingstrokeofflatterytocallme\"oldboy,\")\"butitwasmydutyasafriendandaCentipedetoletyouknowwhoyouweredealingwith。\"

  Suchwastheadvicegivenmebythattime—stricken,careworn,andembitteredmanoftheworld,whowassixteenyearsoldifhewasaday。

  IdroppedLaura。InthecourseofthenexttwelvemonthsIhadperhapsthreeorfoursimilarexperiences,andtheconclusionwasforceduponmethatI

  wasnotaboylikelytodistinguishmyselfinthisbranchofbusiness。

  IfoughtshyofPrimroseHallfromthatmoment。Smilesweresmiledovertheboxwoodhedge,andlittlehandswereoccasionallykissedtome;butIonlywinkedmyeyepatronizingly,andpassedon。IneverrenewedtenderrelationswithMissGibbs’syoungladies。AllthisoccurredduringmyfirstyearandahalfatRivermouth。

  Betweenmystudiesatschool,myout—doorrecreations,andthehurtsmyvanityreceived,Imanagedtoescapeforthetimebeinganyveryseriousattackofthatlovefeverwhich,likethemeasles,isalmostcertaintoseizeuponaboysoonerorlater。Iwasnottobeanexception。Iwasmerelybidingmytime。TheincidentsIhavenowtorelatetookplaceshortlyaftertheeventsdescribedinthelastchapter。

  InalifesotranquilandcircumscribedasoursintheNutterHouse,avisitorwasanoveltyofnolittleimportance。ThewholehouseholdawokefromitsquietudeonemorningwhentheCaptainannouncedthatayoungnieceofhisfromNewYorkwastospendafewweekswithus。

  Theblue—chintzroom,intowhicharayofsunwasneverallowedtopenetrate,wasthrownopenanddusted,anditsmouldyairmadesweetwithabouquetofpot—rosesplacedontheold—fashionedbureau。Kittywasbusyalltheforenoonwashingoffthesidewalkandsand—paperingthegreatbrassknockeronourfront—door;andMissAbigailwasuptoherelbowsinapigeon—pie。

  Ifeltsureitwasfornoordinarypersonthatallthesepreparationswereinprogress;andIwasright。MissNellyGlentworthwasnoordinaryperson。

  Ishallneverbelieveshewas。Theremayhavebeenlovelierwomen,thoughI

  haveneverseenthem;theremayhavebeenmorebrilliantwomen,thoughithasnotbeenmyfortunetomeetthem;butthattherewaseveramorecharmingonethanNellyGlentworthisapropositionagainstwhichI

  contend。

  Idon’tlovehernow。Idon’tthinkofheronceinfiveyears;andyetitwouldgivemeaturnifinthecourseofmydailywalkIshouldsuddenlycomeuponhereldestboy。ImaysaythathereldestboywasnotplayingaprominentpartinthislifewhenIfirstmadeheracquaintance。

  Itwasadrizzling,cheerlessafternoontowardstheendofsummerthatahackdrewupatthedooroftheNutterHouse。TheCaptainandMissAbigailhastenedintothehallonhearingthecarriagestop。InamomentmoreMissNellyGlentworthwasseatedinoursitting—roomundergoingacriticalexaminationatthehandsofasmallboywholoungeduncomfortablyonasetteebetweenthewindows。

  Thesmallboyconsideredhimselfajudgeofgirls,andherapidlycametothefollowingconclusions:ThatMissNellywasaboutnineteen;thatshehadnotgivenawaymuchofherbackhair,whichhungintwomassivechestnutbraidsoverhershoulders;thatshewasashadetoopaleandatrifletootall;thatherhandswerenicelyshapedandherfeetmuchtoodiminutivefordailyuse。Hefurthermoreobservedthathervoicewasmusical,andthatherfacelightedupwithanindescribablebrightnesswhenshesmiled。

  Onthewhole,thesmallboylikedherwellenough;and,satisfiedthatshewasnotapersontobeafraidof,but,onthecontrary,onewhomightbemadequiteagreeable,hedepartedtokeepanappointmentwithhisfriendSirPepperWhitcomb。

  ButthenextmorningwhenMissGlentworthcamedowntobreakfastinapurpledress,herface20asfreshasoneofthemoss—rosesonthebureauupstairs,andherlaughascontagiousasthemerrimentofarobin,thesmallboyexperiencedastrangesensation,andmentallycomparedherwiththeloveliestofMissGibbs’syoungladies,andfoundthoseyoungladieswantinginthebalance。

  Anight’sresthadwroughtawonderfulchangeinMissNelly。Thepallorandwearinessofthejourneyhadpassedaway。Ilookedatherthroughthetoast—rackandthoughtIhadneverseenanythingmorewinningthanhersmile。

  AfterbreakfastshewentoutwithmetothestabletoseeGypsy,andthethreeofusbecamefriendsthenandthere。NellywastheonlygirlthatGypsyevertooktheslightestnoticeof。

  Itchancedtobeahalf—holiday,andabaseballmatchofunusualinterestwastocomeoffontheschoolgroundthatafternoon;but,somehow,Ididn’tgo。Ihungaboutthehouseabstractedly。TheCaptainwentuptown,andMissAbigailwasbusyinthekitchenmakingimmortalgingerbread。Idriftedintothesitting—room,andhadourguestalltomyselfforIdon’tknowhowmanyhours。Itwastwilight,Irecollect,whentheCaptainreturnedwithlettersforMissNelly。

  ManyatimeafterthatIsatwithherthroughthedreamySeptemberafternoons。IfIhadplayedbaseballitwouldhavebeenmuchbetterforme。

  ThosefirstdaysofMissNelly’svisitareverymistyinmyremembrance。I

  tryinvaintorememberjustwhenIbegantofallinlovewithher。

  ’Whetherthespellworkeduponmegraduallyorfelluponmeallatonce,I

  don’tknow。IonlyknowthatitseemedtomeasifIhadalwayslovedher。

  Thingsthattookplacebeforeshecameweredimtome,likeeventsthathadoccurredintheMiddleAges。

  Nellywasatleastfiveyearsmysenior。Butwhatofthat?AdamistheonlymanIeverheardofwhodidn’tinearlyyouthfallinlovewithawomanolderthanhimself,andIamconvincedthathewouldhavedonesoifhehadhadtheopportunity。

  Iwonderifgirlsfromfifteentotwentyareawareoftheglamourtheycastoverthestraggling,awkwardboyswhomtheyregardandtreatasmerechildren?Iwonder,now。Youngwomenaresokeeninsuchmatters。IwonderifMissNellyGlentworthneversuspecteduntiltheverylastnightofhervisitatRivermouththatIwasoverearsinlovewithherprettyself,andwassufferingpangsaspoignantasifIhadbeentenfeethighandasoldasMethuselah?For,indeed,Iwasmiserablethroughoutallthosefiveweeks。IwentdownintheLatinclassattherateofthreeboysaday。Herfreshyoungeyescamebetweenmeandmybook,andtherewasanendofVirgil。

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