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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Country of the Pointed Firs + +Author: Sarah Orne Jewett + +Release Date: July 8, 2008 [EBook #367] +Last Updated: March 15, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE COUNTRY OF THE POINTED FIRS *** + + + + +Produced by Judith Boss, and David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE COUNTRY OF THE POINTED FIRS + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Sarah Orne Jewett + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> I. </a> The Return <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> II. </a> Mrs. Todd <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0003"> III. </a> The Schoolhouse <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> IV. </a> At the Schoolhouse Window + <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> V. </a> Captain + Littlepage <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> VI. </a> The + Waiting Place <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> VII. </a> The + Outer Island <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> VIII. </a> Green + Island <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> IX. </a> William + <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> X. </a> Where Pennyroyal + Grew <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> XI. </a> The Old + Singers <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> XII. </a> A + Strange Sail <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> XIII. </a> Poor + Joanna <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> XIV. </a> The + Hermitage <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> XV. </a> On + Shell-heap Island <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> XVI. </a> The + Great Expedition <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> XVII. </a> A + Country Road <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> XVIII. </a> The + Bowden Reunion <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> XIX. </a> The + Feast's End <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0020"> XX. </a> Along + Shore <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0021"> XXI. </a> The + Backward View <br /><br /> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + <big><b>Note:</b></big> + </p> + <p> + SARAH ORNE JEWETT (1849-1909) was born and died in South Berwick, Maine. + Her father was the region's most distinguished doctor and, as a child, + Jewett often accompanied him on his round of patient visits. She began + writing poetry at an early age and when she was only 19 her short story + “Mr. Bruce” was accepted by the Atlantic Monthly. Her association with + that magazine continued, and William Dean Howells, who was editor at that + time, encouraged her to publish her first book, Deephaven (1877), a + collection of sketches published earlier in the Atlantic Monthly. Through + her friendship with Howells, Jewett became acquainted with Boston's + literary elite, including Annie Fields, with whom she developed one of the + most intimate and lasting relationships of her life. + </p> + <p> + The Country of the Pointed Firs (1896) is considered Jewett's finest work, + described by Henry James as her “beautiful little quantum of achievement.” + Despite James's diminutives, the novel remains a classic. Because it is + loosely structured, many critics view the book not as a novel, but a + series of sketches; however, its structure is unified through both setting + and theme. Jewett herself felt that her strengths as a writer lay not in + plot development or dramatic tension, but in character development. + Indeed, she determined early in her career to preserve a disappearing way + of life, and her novel can be read as a study of the effects of isolation + and hardship on the inhabitants who lived in the decaying fishing villages + along the Maine coast. + </p> + <p> + Jewett died in 1909, eight years after an accident that effectively ended + her writing career. Her reputation had grown during her lifetime, + extending far beyond the bounds of the New England she loved. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + I. The Return + </h2> + <p> + THERE WAS SOMETHING about the coast town of Dunnet which made it seem more + attractive than other maritime villages of eastern Maine. Perhaps it was + the simple fact of acquaintance with that neighborhood which made it so + attaching, and gave such interest to the rocky shore and dark woods, and + the few houses which seemed to be securely wedged and tree-nailed in among + the ledges by the Landing. These houses made the most of their seaward + view, and there was a gayety and determined floweriness in their bits of + garden ground; the small-paned high windows in the peaks of their steep + gables were like knowing eyes that watched the harbor and the far sea-line + beyond, or looked northward all along the shore and its background of + spruces and balsam firs. When one really knows a village like this and its + surroundings, it is like becoming acquainted with a single person. The + process of falling in love at first sight is as final as it is swift in + such a case, but the growth of true friendship may be a lifelong affair. + </p> + <p> + After a first brief visit made two or three summers before in the course + of a yachting cruise, a lover of Dunnet Landing returned to find the + unchanged shores of the pointed firs, the same quaintness of the village + with its elaborate conventionalities; all that mixture of remoteness, and + childish certainty of being the centre of civilization of which her + affectionate dreams had told. One evening in June, a single passenger + landed upon the steamboat wharf. The tide was high, there was a fine crowd + of spectators, and the younger portion of the company followed her with + subdued excitement up the narrow street of the salt-aired, + white-clapboarded little town. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. Mrs. Todd + </h2> + <p> + LATER, THERE WAS only one fault to find with this choice of a summer + lodging-place, and that was its complete lack of seclusion. At first the + tiny house of Mrs. Almira Todd, which stood with its end to the street, + appeared to be retired and sheltered enough from the busy world, behind + its bushy bit of a green garden, in which all the blooming things, two or + three gay hollyhocks and some London-pride, were pushed back against the + gray-shingled wall. It was a queer little garden and puzzling to a + stranger, the few flowers being put at a disadvantage by so much greenery; + but the discovery was soon made that Mrs. Todd was an ardent lover of + herbs, both wild and tame, and the sea-breezes blew into the low + end-window of the house laden with not only sweet-brier and sweet-mary, + but balm and sage and borage and mint, wormwood and southernwood. If Mrs. + Todd had occasion to step into the far corner of her herb plot, she trod + heavily upon thyme, and made its fragrant presence known with all the + rest. Being a very large person, her full skirts brushed and bent almost + every slender stalk that her feet missed. You could always tell when she + was stepping about there, even when you were half awake in the morning, + and learned to know, in the course of a few weeks' experience, in exactly + which corner of the garden she might be. + </p> + <p> + At one side of this herb plot were other growths of a rustic + pharmacopoeia, great treasures and rarities among the commoner herbs. + There were some strange and pungent odors that roused a dim sense and + remembrance of something in the forgotten past. Some of these might once + have belonged to sacred and mystic rites, and have had some occult + knowledge handed with them down the centuries; but now they pertained only + to humble compounds brewed at intervals with molasses or vinegar or + spirits in a small caldron on Mrs. Todd's kitchen stove. They were + dispensed to suffering neighbors, who usually came at night as if by + stealth, bringing their own ancient-looking vials to be filled. One + nostrum was called the Indian remedy, and its price was but fifteen cents; + the whispered directions could be heard as customers passed the windows. + With most remedies the purchaser was allowed to depart unadmonished from + the kitchen, Mrs. Todd being a wise saver of steps; but with certain vials + she gave cautions, standing in the doorway, and there were other doses + which had to be accompanied on their healing way as far as the gate, while + she muttered long chapters of directions, and kept up an air of secrecy + and importance to the last. It may not have been only the common aids of + humanity with which she tried to cope; it seemed sometimes as if love and + hate and jealousy and adverse winds at sea might also find their proper + remedies among the curious wild-looking plants in Mrs. Todd's garden. + </p> + <p> + The village doctor and this learned herbalist were upon the best of terms. + The good man may have counted upon the unfavorable effect of certain + potions which he should find his opportunity in counteracting; at any + rate, he now and then stopped and exchanged greetings with Mrs. Todd over + the picket fence. The conversation became at once professional after the + briefest preliminaries, and he would stand twirling a sweet-scented sprig + in his fingers, and make suggestive jokes, perhaps about her faith in a + too persistent course of thoroughwort elixir, in which my landlady + professed such firm belief as sometimes to endanger the life and + usefulness of worthy neighbors. + </p> + <p> + To arrive at this quietest of seaside villages late in June, when the busy + herb-gathering season was just beginning, was also to arrive in the early + prime of Mrs. Todd's activity in the brewing of old-fashioned spruce beer. + This cooling and refreshing drink had been brought to wonderful perfection + through a long series of experiments; it had won immense local fame, and + the supplies for its manufacture were always giving out and having to be + replenished. For various reasons, the seclusion and uninterrupted days + which had been looked forward to proved to be very rare in this otherwise + delightful corner of the world. My hostess and I had made our shrewd + business agreement on the basis of a simple cold luncheon at noon, and + liberal restitution in the matter of hot suppers, to provide for which the + lodger might sometimes be seen hurrying down the road, late in the day, + with cunner line in hand. It was soon found that this arrangement made + large allowance for Mrs. Todd's slow herb-gathering progresses through + woods and pastures. The spruce-beer customers were pretty steady in hot + weather, and there were many demands for different soothing syrups and + elixirs with which the unwise curiosity of my early residence had made me + acquainted. Knowing Mrs. Todd to be a widow, who had little beside this + slender business and the income from one hungry lodger to maintain her, + one's energies and even interest were quickly bestowed, until it became a + matter of course that she should go afield every pleasant day, and that + the lodger should answer all peremptory knocks at the side door. + </p> + <p> + In taking an occasional wisdom-giving stroll in Mrs. Todd's company, and + in acting as business partner during her frequent absences, I found the + July days fly fast, and it was not until I felt myself confronted with too + great pride and pleasure in the display, one night, of two dollars and + twenty-seven cents which I had taken in during the day, that I remembered + a long piece of writing, sadly belated now, which I was bound to do. To + have been patted kindly on the shoulder and called “darlin',” to have been + offered a surprise of early mushrooms for supper, to have had all the + glory of making two dollars and twenty-seven cents in a single day, and + then to renounce it all and withdraw from these pleasant successes, needed + much resolution. Literary employments are so vexed with uncertainties at + best, and it was not until the voice of conscience sounded louder in my + ears than the sea on the nearest pebble beach that I said unkind words of + withdrawal to Mrs. Todd. She only became more wistfully affectionate than + ever in her expressions, and looked as disappointed as I expected when I + frankly told her that I could no longer enjoy the pleasure of what we + called “seein' folks.” I felt that I was cruel to a whole neighborhood in + curtailing her liberty in this most important season for harvesting the + different wild herbs that were so much counted upon to ease their winter + ails. + </p> + <p> + “Well, dear,” she said sorrowfully, “I've took great advantage o' your + bein' here. I ain't had such a season for years, but I have never had + nobody I could so trust. All you lack is a few qualities, but with time + you'd gain judgment an' experience, an' be very able in the business. I'd + stand right here an' say it to anybody.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Todd and I were not separated or estranged by the change in our + business relations; on the contrary, a deeper intimacy seemed to begin. I + do not know what herb of the night it was that used sometimes to send out + a penetrating odor late in the evening, after the dew had fallen, and the + moon was high, and the cool air came up from the sea. Then Mrs. Todd would + feel that she must talk to somebody, and I was only too glad to listen. We + both fell under the spell, and she either stood outside the window, or + made an errand to my sitting-room, and told, it might be very commonplace + news of the day, or, as happened one misty summer night, all that lay + deepest in her heart. It was in this way that I came to know that she had + loved one who was far above her. + </p> + <p> + “No, dear, him I speak of could never think of me,” she said. “When we was + young together his mother didn't favor the match, an' done everything she + could to part us; and folks thought we both married well, but't wa'n't + what either one of us wanted most; an' now we're left alone again, an' + might have had each other all the time. He was above bein' a seafarin' + man, an' prospered more than most; he come of a high family, an' my lot + was plain an' hard-workin'. I ain't seen him for some years; he's forgot + our youthful feelin's, I expect, but a woman's heart is different; them + feelin's comes back when you think you've done with 'em, as sure as spring + comes with the year. An' I've always had ways of hearin' about him.” + </p> + <p> + She stood in the centre of a braided rug, and its rings of black and gray + seemed to circle about her feet in the dim light. Her height and + massiveness in the low room gave her the look of a huge sibyl, while the + strange fragrance of the mysterious herb blew in from the little garden. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. The Schoolhouse + </h2> + <p> + FOR SOME DAYS after this, Mrs. Todd's customers came and went past my + windows, and, haying-time being nearly over, strangers began to arrive + from the inland country, such was her widespread reputation. Sometimes I + saw a pale young creature like a white windflower left over into + midsummer, upon whose face consumption had set its bright and wistful + mark; but oftener two stout, hard-worked women from the farms came + together, and detailed their symptoms to Mrs. Todd in loud and cheerful + voices, combining the satisfactions of a friendly gossip with the medical + opportunity. They seemed to give much from their own store of therapeutic + learning. I became aware of the school in which my landlady had + strengthened her natural gift; but hers was always the governing mind, and + the final command, “Take of hy'sop one handful” (or whatever herb it was), + was received in respectful silence. One afternoon, when I had listened,—it + was impossible not to listen, with cottonless ears,—and then laughed + and listened again, with an idle pen in my hand, during a particularly + spirited and personal conversation, I reached for my hat, and, taking + blotting-book and all under my arm, I resolutely fled further temptation, + and walked out past the fragrant green garden and up the dusty road. The + way went straight uphill, and presently I stopped and turned to look back. + </p> + <p> + The tide was in, the wide harbor was surrounded by its dark woods, and the + small wooden houses stood as near as they could get to the landing. Mrs. + Todd's was the last house on the way inland. The gray ledges of the rocky + shore were well covered with sod in most places, and the pasture bayberry + and wild roses grew thick among them. I could see the higher inland + country and the scattered farms. On the brink of the hill stood a little + white schoolhouse, much wind-blown and weather-beaten, which was a + landmark to seagoing folk; from its door there was a most beautiful view + of sea and shore. The summer vacation now prevailed, and after finding the + door unfastened, and taking a long look through one of the seaward + windows, and reflecting afterward for some time in a shady place near by + among the bayberry bushes, I returned to the chief place of business in + the village, and, to the amusement of two of the selectmen, brothers and + autocrats of Dunnet Landing, I hired the schoolhouse for the rest of the + vacation for fifty cents a week. + </p> + <p> + Selfish as it may appear, the retired situation seemed to possess great + advantages, and I spent many days there quite undisturbed, with the + sea-breeze blowing through the small, high windows and swaying the heavy + outside shutters to and fro. I hung my hat and luncheon-basket on an entry + nail as if I were a small scholar, but I sat at the teacher's desk as if I + were that great authority, with all the timid empty benches in rows before + me. Now and then an idle sheep came and stood for a long time looking in + at the door. At sundown I went back, feeling most businesslike, down + toward the village again, and usually met the flavor, not of the herb + garden, but of Mrs. Todd's hot supper, halfway up the hill. On the nights + when there were evening meetings or other public exercises that demanded + her presence we had tea very early, and I was welcomed back as if from a + long absence. + </p> + <p> + Once or twice I feigned excuses for staying at home, while Mrs. Todd made + distant excursions, and came home late, with both hands full and a heavily + laden apron. This was in pennyroyal time, and when the rare lobelia was in + its prime and the elecampane was coming on. One day she appeared at the + schoolhouse itself, partly out of amused curiosity about my industries; + but she explained that there was no tansy in the neighborhood with such + snap to it as some that grew about the schoolhouse lot. Being scuffed down + all the spring made it grow so much the better, like some folks that had + it hard in their youth, and were bound to make the most of themselves + before they died. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. At the Schoolhouse Window + </h2> + <p> + ONE DAY I reached the schoolhouse very late, owing to attendance upon the + funeral of an acquaintance and neighbor, with whose sad decline in health + I had been familiar, and whose last days both the doctor and Mrs. Todd had + tried in vain to ease. The services had taken place at one o'clock, and + now, at quarter past two, I stood at the schoolhouse window, looking down + at the procession as it went along the lower road close to the shore. It + was a walking funeral, and even at that distance I could recognize most of + the mourners as they went their solemn way. Mrs. Begg had been very much + respected, and there was a large company of friends following to her + grave. She had been brought up on one of the neighboring farms, and each + of the few times that I had seen her she professed great dissatisfaction + with town life. The people lived too close together for her liking, at the + Landing, and she could not get used to the constant sound of the sea. She + had lived to lament three seafaring husbands, and her house was decorated + with West Indian curiosities, specimens of conch shells and fine coral + which they had brought home from their voyages in lumber-laden ships. Mrs. + Todd had told me all our neighbor's history. They had been girls together, + and, to use her own phrase, had “both seen trouble till they knew the best + and worst on 't.” I could see the sorrowful, large figure of Mrs. Todd as + I stood at the window. She made a break in the procession by walking + slowly and keeping the after-part of it back. She held a handkerchief to + her eyes, and I knew, with a pang of sympathy, that hers was not affected + grief. + </p> + <p> + Beside her, after much difficulty, I recognized the one strange and + unrelated person in all the company, an old man who had always been + mysterious to me. I could see his thin, bending figure. He wore a narrow, + long-tailed coat and walked with a stick, and had the same “cant to + leeward” as the wind-bent trees on the height above. + </p> + <p> + This was Captain Littlepage, whom I had seen only once or twice before, + sitting pale and old behind a closed window; never out of doors until now. + Mrs. Todd always shook her head gravely when I asked a question, and said + that he wasn't what he had been once, and seemed to class him with her + other secrets. He might have belonged with a simple which grew in a + certain slug-haunted corner of the garden, whose use she could never be + betrayed into telling me, though I saw her cutting the tops by moonlight + once, as if it were a charm, and not a medicine, like the great fading + bloodroot leaves. + </p> + <p> + I could see that she was trying to keep pace with the old captain's + lighter steps. He looked like an aged grasshopper of some strange human + variety. Behind this pair was a short, impatient, little person, who kept + the captain's house, and gave it what Mrs. Todd and others believed to be + no proper sort of care. She was usually called “that Mari' Harris” in + subdued conversation between intimates, but they treated her with anxious + civility when they met her face to face. + </p> + <p> + The bay-sheltered islands and the great sea beyond stretched away to the + far horizon southward and eastward; the little procession in the + foreground looked futile and helpless on the edge of the rocky shore. It + was a glorious day early in July, with a clear, high sky; there were no + clouds, there was no noise of the sea. The song sparrows sang and sang, as + if with joyous knowledge of immortality, and contempt for those who could + so pettily concern themselves with death. I stood watching until the + funeral procession had crept round a shoulder of the slope below and + disappeared from the great landscape as if it had gone into a cave. + </p> + <p> + An hour later I was busy at my work. Now and then a bee blundered in and + took me for an enemy; but there was a useful stick upon the teacher's + desk, and I rapped to call the bees to order as if they were unruly + scholars, or waved them away from their riots over the ink, which I had + bought at the Landing store, and discovered to be scented with bergamot, + as if to refresh the labors of anxious scribes. One anxious scribe felt + very dull that day; a sheep-bell tinkled near by, and called her wandering + wits after it. The sentences failed to catch these lovely summer cadences. + For the first time I began to wish for a companion and for news from the + outer world, which had been, half unconsciously, forgotten. Watching the + funeral gave one a sort of pain. I began to wonder if I ought not to have + walked with the rest, instead of hurrying away at the end of the services. + Perhaps the Sunday gown I had put on for the occasion was making this + disastrous change of feeling, but I had now made myself and my friends + remember that I did not really belong to Dunnet Landing. + </p> + <p> + I sighed, and turned to the half-written page again. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V. Captain Littlepage + </h2> + <p> + IT WAS A long time after this; an hour was very long in that coast town + where nothing stole away the shortest minute. I had lost myself completely + in work, when I heard footsteps outside. There was a steep footpath + between the upper and the lower road, which I climbed to shorten the way, + as the children had taught me, but I believed that Mrs. Todd would find it + inaccessible, unless she had occasion to seek me in great haste. I wrote + on, feeling like a besieged miser of time, while the footsteps came + nearer, and the sheep-bell tinkled away in haste as if someone had shaken + a stick in its wearer's face. Then I looked, and saw Captain Littlepage + passing the nearest window; the next moment he tapped politely at the + door. + </p> + <p> + “Come in, sir,” I said, rising to meet him; and he entered, bowing with + much courtesy. I stepped down from the desk and offered him a chair by the + window, where he seated himself at once, being sadly spent by his climb. I + returned to my fixed seat behind the teacher's desk, which gave him the + lower place of a scholar. + </p> + <p> + “You ought to have the place of honor, Captain Littlepage,” I said. + </p> + <p> + “A happy, rural seat of various views,” + </p> + <p> + he quoted, as he gazed out into the sunshine and up the long wooded shore. + Then he glanced at me, and looked all about him as pleased as a child. + </p> + <p> + “My quotation was from Paradise Lost: the greatest of poems, I suppose you + know?” and I nodded. “There's nothing that ranks, to my mind, with + Paradise Lost; it's all lofty, all lofty,” he continued. “Shakespeare was + a great poet; he copied life, but you have to put up with a great deal of + low talk.” + </p> + <p> + I now remembered that Mrs. Todd had told me one day that Captain + Littlepage had overset his mind with too much reading; she had also made + dark reference to his having “spells” of some unexplainable nature. I + could not help wondering what errand had brought him out in search of me. + There was something quite charming in his appearance: it was a face thin + and delicate with refinement, but worn into appealing lines, as if he had + suffered from loneliness and misapprehension. He looked, with his careful + precision of dress, as if he were the object of cherishing care on the + part of elderly unmarried sisters, but I knew Mari' Harris to be a very + common-place, inelegant person, who would have no such standards; it was + plain that the captain was his own attentive valet. He sat looking at me + expectantly. I could not help thinking that, with his queer head and + length of thinness, he was made to hop along the road of life rather than + to walk. The captain was very grave indeed, and I bade my inward spirit + keep close to discretion. + </p> + <p> + “Poor Mrs. Begg has gone,” I ventured to say. I still wore my Sunday gown + by way of showing respect. + </p> + <p> + “She has gone,” said the captain,—“very easy at the last, I was + informed; she slipped away as if she were glad of the opportunity.” + </p> + <p> + I thought of the Countess of Carberry, and felt that history repeated + itself. + </p> + <p> + “She was one of the old stock,” continued Captain Littlepage, with + touching sincerity. “She was very much looked up to in this town, and will + be missed.” + </p> + <p> + I wondered, as I looked at him, if he had sprung from a line of ministers; + he had the refinement of look and air of command which are the heritage of + the old ecclesiastical families of New England. But as Darwin says in his + autobiography, “there is no such king as a sea-captain; he is greater even + than a king or a schoolmaster!” + </p> + <p> + Captain Littlepage moved his chair out of the wake of the sunshine, and + still sat looking at me. I began to be very eager to know upon what errand + he had come. + </p> + <p> + “It may be found out some o' these days,” he said earnestly. “We may know + it all, the next step; where Mrs. Begg is now, for instance. Certainty, + not conjecture, is what we all desire.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose we shall know it all some day,” said I. + </p> + <p> + “We shall know it while yet below,” insisted the captain, with a flush of + impatience on his thin cheeks. “We have not looked for truth in the right + direction. I know what I speak of; those who have laughed at me little + know how much reason my ideas are based upon.” He waved his hand toward + the village below. “In that handful of houses they fancy that they + comprehend the universe.” + </p> + <p> + I smiled, and waited for him to go on. + </p> + <p> + “I am an old man, as you can see,” he continued, “and I have been a + shipmaster the greater part of my life,—forty-three years in all. + You may not think it, but I am above eighty years of age.” + </p> + <p> + He did not look so old, and I hastened to say so. + </p> + <p> + “You must have left the sea a good many years ago, then, Captain + Littlepage?” I said. + </p> + <p> + “I should have been serviceable at least five or six years more,” he + answered. “My acquaintance with certain—my experience upon a certain + occasion, I might say, gave rise to prejudice. I do not mind telling you + that I chanced to learn of one of the greatest discoveries that man has + ever made.” + </p> + <p> + Now we were approaching dangerous ground, but a sudden sense of his + sufferings at the hands of the ignorant came to my help, and I asked to + hear more with all the deference I really felt. A swallow flew into the + schoolhouse at this moment as if a kingbird were after it, and beat itself + against the walls for a minute, and escaped again to the open air; but + Captain Littlepage took no notice whatever of the flurry. + </p> + <p> + “I had a valuable cargo of general merchandise from the London docks to + Fort Churchill, a station of the old company on Hudson's Bay,” said the + captain earnestly. “We were delayed in lading, and baffled by head winds + and a heavy tumbling sea all the way north-about and across. Then the fog + kept us off the coast; and when I made port at last, it was too late to + delay in those northern waters with such a vessel and such a crew as I + had. They cared for nothing, and idled me into a fit of sickness; but my + first mate was a good, excellent man, with no more idea of being frozen in + there until spring than I had, so we made what speed we could to get clear + of Hudson's Bay and off the coast. I owned an eighth of the vessel, and he + owned a sixteenth of her. She was a full-rigged ship, called the Minerva, + but she was getting old and leaky. I meant it should be my last v'y'ge in + her, and so it proved. She had been an excellent vessel in her day. Of the + cowards aboard her I can't say so much.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you were wrecked?” I asked, as he made a long pause. + </p> + <p> + “I wa'n't caught astern o' the lighter by any fault of mine,” said the + captain gloomily. “We left Fort Churchill and run out into the Bay with a + light pair o' heels; but I had been vexed to death with their red-tape + rigging at the company's office, and chilled with stayin' on deck an' + tryin' to hurry up things, and when we were well out o' sight o' land, + headin' for Hudson's Straits, I had a bad turn o' some sort o' fever, and + had to stay below. The days were getting short, and we made good runs, all + well on board but me, and the crew done their work by dint of hard + driving.” + </p> + <p> + I began to find this unexpected narrative a little dull. Captain + Littlepage spoke with a kind of slow correctness that lacked the longshore + high flavor to which I had grown used; but I listened respectfully while + he explained the winds having become contrary, and talked on in a dreary + sort of way about his voyage, the bad weather, and the disadvantages he + was under in the lightness of his ship, which bounced about like a chip in + a bucket, and would not answer the rudder or properly respond to the most + careful setting of sails. + </p> + <p> + “So there we were blowin' along anyways,” he complained; but looking at me + at this moment, and seeing that my thoughts were unkindly wandering, he + ceased to speak. + </p> + <p> + “It was a hard life at sea in those days, I am sure,” said I, with + redoubled interest. + </p> + <p> + “It was a dog's life,” said the poor old gentleman, quite reassured, “but + it made men of those who followed it. I see a change for the worse even in + our own town here; full of loafers now, small and poor as 'tis, who once + would have followed the sea, every lazy soul of 'em. There is no + occupation so fit for just that class o' men who never get beyond the + fo'cas'le. I view it, in addition, that a community narrows down and grows + dreadful ignorant when it is shut up to its own affairs, and gets no + knowledge of the outside world except from a cheap, unprincipled + newspaper. In the old days, a good part o' the best men here knew a + hundred ports and something of the way folks lived in them. They saw the + world for themselves, and like's not their wives and children saw it with + them. They may not have had the best of knowledge to carry with 'em + sight-seein', but they were some acquainted with foreign lands an' their + laws, an' could see outside the battle for town clerk here in Dunnet; they + got some sense o' proportion. Yes, they lived more dignified, and their + houses were better within an' without. Shipping's a terrible loss to this + part o' New England from a social point o' view, ma'am.” + </p> + <p> + “I have thought of that myself,” I returned, with my interest quite + awakened. “It accounts for the change in a great many things,—the + sad disappearance of sea-captains,—doesn't it?” + </p> + <p> + “A shipmaster was apt to get the habit of reading,” said my companion, + brightening still more, and taking on a most touching air of unreserve. “A + captain is not expected to be familiar with his crew, and for company's + sake in dull days and nights he turns to his book. Most of us old + shipmasters came to know 'most everything about something; one would take + to readin' on farming topics, and some were great on medicine,—but + Lord help their poor crews!—or some were all for history, and now + and then there'd be one like me that gave his time to the poets. I was + well acquainted with a shipmaster that was all for bees an' beekeepin'; + and if you met him in port and went aboard, he'd sit and talk a terrible + while about their havin' so much information, and the money that could be + made out of keepin' 'em. He was one of the smartest captains that ever + sailed the seas, but they used to call the Newcastle, a great bark he + commanded for many years, Tuttle's beehive. There was old Cap'n Jameson: + he had notions of Solomon's Temple, and made a very handsome little model + of the same, right from the Scripture measurements, same's other sailors + make little ships and design new tricks of rigging and all that. No, + there's nothing to take the place of shipping in a place like ours. These + bicycles offend me dreadfully; they don't afford no real opportunities of + experience such as a man gained on a voyage. No: when folks left home in + the old days they left it to some purpose, and when they got home they + stayed there and had some pride in it. There's no large-minded way of + thinking now: the worst have got to be best and rule everything; we're all + turned upside down and going back year by year.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh no, Captain Littlepage, I hope not,” said I, trying to soothe his + feelings. + </p> + <p> + There was a silence in the schoolhouse, but we could hear the noise of the + water on a beach below. It sounded like the strange warning wave that + gives notice of the turn of the tide. A late golden robin, with the most + joyful and eager of voices, was singing close by in a thicket of wild + roses. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VI. The Waiting Place + </h2> + <p> + “HOW DID YOU manage with the rest of that rough voyage on the Minerva?” I + asked. + </p> + <p> + “I shall be glad to explain to you,” said Captain Littlepage, forgetting + his grievances for the moment. “If I had a map at hand I could explain + better. We were driven to and fro 'way up toward what we used to call + Parry's Discoveries, and lost our bearings. It was thick and foggy, and at + last I lost my ship; she drove on a rock, and we managed to get ashore on + what I took to be a barren island, the few of us that were left alive. + When she first struck, the sea was somewhat calmer than it had been, and + most of the crew, against orders, manned the long-boat and put off in a + hurry, and were never heard of more. Our own boat upset, but the carpenter + kept himself and me above water, and we drifted in. I had no strength to + call upon after my recent fever, and laid down to die; but he found the + tracks of a man and dog the second day, and got along the shore to one of + those far missionary stations that the Moravians support. They were very + poor themselves, and in distress; 'twas a useless place. There were but + few Esquimaux left in that region. There we remained for some time, and I + became acquainted with strange events.” + </p> + <p> + The captain lifted his head and gave me a questioning glance. I could not + help noticing that the dulled look in his eyes had gone, and there was + instead a clear intentness that made them seem dark and piercing. + </p> + <p> + “There was a supply ship expected, and the pastor, an excellent Christian + man, made no doubt that we should get passage in her. He was hoping that + orders would come to break up the station; but everything was uncertain, + and we got on the best we could for a while. We fished, and helped the + people in other ways; there was no other way of paying our debts. I was + taken to the pastor's house until I got better; but they were crowded, and + I felt myself in the way, and made excuse to join with an old seaman, a + Scotchman, who had built him a warm cabin, and had room in it for another. + He was looked upon with regard, and had stood by the pastor in some + troubles with the people. He had been on one of those English exploring + parties that found one end of the road to the north pole, but never could + find the other. We lived like dogs in a kennel, or so you'd thought if you + had seen the hut from the outside; but the main thing was to keep warm; + there were piles of bird-skins to lie on, and he'd made him a good bunk, + and there was another for me. 'Twas dreadful dreary waitin' there; we + begun to think the supply steamer was lost, and my poor ship broke up and + strewed herself all along the shore. We got to watching on the headlands; + my men and me knew the people were short of supplies and had to pinch + themselves. It ought to read in the Bible, 'Man cannot live by fish + alone,' if they'd told the truth of things; 'taint bread that wears the + worst on you! First part of the time, old Gaffett, that I lived with, + seemed speechless, and I didn't know what to make of him, nor he of me, I + dare say; but as we got acquainted, I found he'd been through more + disasters than I had, and had troubles that wa'n't going to let him live a + great while. It used to ease his mind to talk to an understanding person, + so we used to sit and talk together all day, if it rained or blew so that + we couldn't get out. I'd got a bad blow on the back of my head at the time + we came ashore, and it pained me at times, and my strength was broken, + anyway; I've never been so able since.” + </p> + <p> + Captain Littlepage fell into a reverie. + </p> + <p> + “Then I had the good of my reading,” he explained presently. “I had no + books; the pastor spoke but little English, and all his books were + foreign; but I used to say over all I could remember. The old poets little + knew what comfort they could be to a man. I was well acquainted with the + works of Milton, but up there it did seem to me as if Shakespeare was the + king; he has his sea terms very accurate, and some beautiful passages were + calming to the mind. I could say them over until I shed tears; there was + nothing beautiful to me in that place but the stars above and those + passages of verse. + </p> + <p> + “Gaffett was always brooding and brooding, and talking to himself; he was + afraid he should never get away, and it preyed upon his mind. He thought + when I got home I could interest the scientific men in his discovery: but + they're all taken up with their own notions; some didn't even take pains + to answer the letters I wrote. You observe that I said this crippled man + Gaffett had been shipped on a voyage of discovery. I now tell you that the + ship was lost on its return, and only Gaffett and two officers were saved + off the Greenland coast, and he had knowledge later that those men never + got back to England; the brig they shipped on was run down in the night. + So no other living soul had the facts, and he gave them to me. There is a + strange sort of a country 'way up north beyond the ice, and strange folks + living in it. Gaffett believed it was the next world to this.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean, Captain Littlepage?” I exclaimed. The old man was + bending forward and whispering; he looked over his shoulder before he + spoke the last sentence. + </p> + <p> + “To hear old Gaffett tell about it was something awful,” he said, going on + with his story quite steadily after the moment of excitement had passed. + “'Twas first a tale of dogs and sledges, and cold and wind and snow. Then + they begun to find the ice grow rotten; they had been frozen in, and got + into a current flowing north, far up beyond Fox Channel, and they took to + their boats when the ship got crushed, and this warm current took them out + of sight of the ice, and into a great open sea; and they still followed it + due north, just the very way they had planned to go. Then they struck a + coast that wasn't laid down or charted, but the cliffs were such that no + boat could land until they found a bay and struck across under sail to the + other side where the shore looked lower; they were scant of provisions and + out of water, but they got sight of something that looked like a great + town. 'For God's sake, Gaffett!' said I, the first time he told me. 'You + don't mean a town two degrees farther north than ships had ever been?' for + he'd got their course marked on an old chart that he'd pieced out at the + top; but he insisted upon it, and told it over and over again, to be sure + I had it straight to carry to those who would be interested. There was no + snow and ice, he said, after they had sailed some days with that warm + current, which seemed to come right from under the ice that they'd been + pinched up in and had been crossing on foot for weeks.” + </p> + <p> + “But what about the town?” I asked. “Did they get to the town?” + </p> + <p> + “They did,” said the captain, “and found inhabitants; 'twas an awful + condition of things. It appeared, as near as Gaffett could express it, + like a place where there was neither living nor dead. They could see the + place when they were approaching it by sea pretty near like any town, and + thick with habitations; but all at once they lost sight of it altogether, + and when they got close inshore they could see the shapes of folks, but + they never could get near them,—all blowing gray figures that would + pass along alone, or sometimes gathered in companies as if they were + watching. The men were frightened at first, but the shapes never came near + them,—it was as if they blew back; and at last they all got bold and + went ashore, and found birds' eggs and sea fowl, like any wild northern + spot where creatures were tame and folks had never been, and there was + good water. Gaffett said that he and another man came near one o' the + fog-shaped men that was going along slow with the look of a pack on his + back, among the rocks, an' they chased him; but, Lord! he flittered away + out o' sight like a leaf the wind takes with it, or a piece of cobweb. + They would make as if they talked together, but there was no sound of + voices, and 'they acted as if they didn't see us, but only felt us coming + towards them,' says Gaffett one day, trying to tell the particulars. They + couldn't see the town when they were ashore. One day the captain and the + doctor were gone till night up across the high land where the town had + seemed to be, and they came back at night beat out and white as ashes, and + wrote and wrote all next day in their notebooks, and whispered together + full of excitement, and they were sharp-spoken with the men when they + offered to ask any questions. + </p> + <p> + “Then there came a day,” said Captain Littlepage, leaning toward me with a + strange look in his eyes, and whispering quickly. “The men all swore they + wouldn't stay any longer; the man on watch early in the morning gave the + alarm, and they all put off in the boat and got a little way out to sea. + Those folks, or whatever they were, come about 'em like bats; all at once + they raised incessant armies, and come as if to drive 'em back to sea. + They stood thick at the edge o' the water like the ridges o' grim war; no + thought o' flight, none of retreat. Sometimes a standing fight, then + soaring on main wing tormented all the air. And when they'd got the boat + out o' reach o' danger, Gaffett said they looked back, and there was the + town again, standing up just as they'd seen it first, comin' on the coast. + Say what you might, they all believed 'twas a kind of waiting-place + between this world an' the next.” + </p> + <p> + The captain had sprung to his feet in his excitement, and made excited + gestures, but he still whispered huskily. + </p> + <p> + “Sit down, sir,” I said as quietly as I could, and he sank into his chair + quite spent. + </p> + <p> + “Gaffett thought the officers were hurrying home to report and to fit out + a new expedition when they were all lost. At the time, the men got orders + not to talk over what they had seen,” the old man explained presently in a + more natural tone. + </p> + <p> + “Weren't they all starving, and wasn't it a mirage or something of that + sort?” I ventured to ask. But he looked at me blankly. + </p> + <p> + “Gaffett had got so that his mind ran on nothing else,” he went on. “The + ship's surgeon let fall an opinion to the captain, one day, that 'twas + some condition o' the light and the magnetic currents that let them see + those folks. 'Twa'n't a right-feeling part of the world, anyway; they had + to battle with the compass to make it serve, an' everything seemed to go + wrong. Gaffett had worked it out in his own mind that they was all common + ghosts, but the conditions were unusual favorable for seeing them. He was + always talking about the Ge'graphical Society, but he never took proper + steps, as I viewed it now, and stayed right there at the mission. He was a + good deal crippled, and thought they'd confine him in some jail of a + hospital. He said he was waiting to find the right men to tell, somebody + bound north. Once in a while they stopped there to leave a mail or + something. He was set in his notions, and let two or three proper + explorin' expeditions go by him because he didn't like their looks; but + when I was there he had got restless, fearin' he might be taken away or + something. He had all his directions written out straight as a string to + give the right ones. I wanted him to trust 'em to me, so I might have + something to show, but he wouldn't. I suppose he's dead now. I wrote to + him an' I done all I could. 'Twill be a great exploit some o' these days.” + </p> + <p> + I assented absent-mindedly, thinking more just then of my companion's + alert, determined look and the seafaring, ready aspect that had come to + his face; but at this moment there fell a sudden change, and the old, + pathetic, scholarly look returned. Behind me hung a map of North America, + and I saw, as I turned a little, that his eyes were fixed upon the + northernmost regions and their careful recent outlines with a look of + bewilderment. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VII. The Outer Island + </h2> + <p> + GAFFETT WITH HIS good bunk and the bird-skins, the story of the wreck of + the Minerva, the human-shaped creatures of fog and cobweb, the great words + of Milton with which he described their onslaught upon the crew, all this + moving tale had such an air of truth that I could not argue with Captain + Littlepage. The old man looked away from the map as if it had vaguely + troubled him, and regarded me appealingly. + </p> + <p> + “We were just speaking of”—and he stopped. I saw that he had + suddenly forgotten his subject. + </p> + <p> + “There were a great many persons at the funeral,” I hastened to say. + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes,” the captain answered, with satisfaction. “All showed respect who + could. The sad circumstances had for a moment slipped my mind. Yes, Mrs. + Begg will be very much missed. She was a capital manager for her husband + when he was at sea. Oh yes, shipping is a very great loss.” And he sighed + heavily. “There was hardly a man of any standing who didn't interest + himself in some way in navigation. It always gave credit to a town. I call + it low-water mark now here in Dunnet.” + </p> + <p> + He rose with dignity to take leave, and asked me to stop at his house some + day, when he would show me some outlandish things that he had brought home + from sea. I was familiar with the subject of the decadence of shipping + interests in all its affecting branches, having been already some time in + Dunnet, and I felt sure that Captain Littlepage's mind had now returned to + a safe level. + </p> + <p> + As we came down the hill toward the village our ways divided, and when I + had seen the old captain well started on a smooth piece of sidewalk which + would lead him to his own door, we parted, the best of friends. “Step in + some afternoon,” he said, as affectionately as if I were a + fellow-shipmaster wrecked on the lee shore of age like himself. I turned + toward home, and presently met Mrs. Todd coming toward me with an anxious + expression. + </p> + <p> + “I see you sleevin' the old gentleman down the hill,” she suggested. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I've had a very interesting afternoon with him,” I answered, and her + face brightened. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, then he's all right. I was afraid 'twas one o' his flighty spells, + an' Mari' Harris wouldn't”— + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” I returned, smiling, “he has been telling me some old stories, but + we talked about Mrs. Begg and the funeral beside, and Paradise Lost.” + </p> + <p> + “I expect he got tellin' of you some o' his great narratives,” she + answered, looking at me shrewdly. “Funerals always sets him goin'. Some o' + them tales hangs together toler'ble well,” she added, with a sharper look + than before. “An' he's been a great reader all his seafarin' days. Some + thinks he overdid, and affected his head, but for a man o' his years he's + amazin' now when he's at his best. Oh, he used to be a beautiful man!” + </p> + <p> + We were standing where there was a fine view of the harbor and its long + stretches of shore all covered by the great army of the pointed firs, + darkly cloaked and standing as if they waited to embark. As we looked far + seaward among the outer islands, the trees seemed to march seaward still, + going steadily over the heights and down to the water's edge. + </p> + <p> + It had been growing gray and cloudy, like the first evening of autumn, and + a shadow had fallen on the darkening shore. Suddenly, as we looked, a + gleam of golden sunshine struck the outer islands, and one of them shone + out clear in the light, and revealed itself in a compelling way to our + eyes. Mrs. Todd was looking off across the bay with a face full of + affection and interest. The sunburst upon that outermost island made it + seem like a sudden revelation of the world beyond this which some believe + to be so near. + </p> + <p> + “That's where mother lives,” said Mrs. Todd. “Can't we see it plain? I was + brought up out there on Green Island. I know every rock an' bush on it.” + </p> + <p> + “Your mother!” I exclaimed, with great interest. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, dear, cert'in; I've got her yet, old's I be. She's one of them spry, + light-footed little women; always was, an' light-hearted, too,” answered + Mrs. Todd, with satisfaction. “She's seen all the trouble folks can see, + without it's her last sickness; an' she's got a word of courage for + everybody. Life ain't spoilt her a mite. She's eighty-six an' I'm + sixty-seven, and I've seen the time I've felt a good sight the oldest. + 'Land sakes alive!' says she, last time I was out to see her. 'How you do + lurch about steppin' into a bo't?' I laughed so I liked to have gone right + over into the water; an' we pushed off, an' left her laughin' there on the + shore.” + </p> + <p> + The light had faded as we watched. Mrs. Todd had mounted a gray rock, and + stood there grand and architectural, like a caryatide. Presently she + stepped down, and we continued our way homeward. + </p> + <p> + “You an' me, we'll take a bo't an' go out some day and see mother,” she + promised me. “'Twould please her very much, an' there's one or two sca'ce + herbs grows better on the island than anywhere else. I ain't seen their + like nowheres here on the main.” + </p> + <p> + “Now I'm goin' right down to get us each a mug o' my beer,” she announced + as we entered the house, “an' I believe I'll sneak in a little mite o' + camomile. Goin' to the funeral an' all, I feel to have had a very wearin' + afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + I heard her going down into the cool little cellar, and then there was + considerable delay. When she returned, mug in hand, I noticed the taste of + camomile, in spite of my protest; but its flavor was disguised by some + other herb that I did not know, and she stood over me until I drank it all + and said that I liked it. + </p> + <p> + “I don't give that to everybody,” said Mrs. Todd kindly; and I felt for a + moment as if it were part of a spell and incantation, and as if my + enchantress would now begin to look like the cobweb shapes of the arctic + town. Nothing happened but a quiet evening and some delightful plans that + we made about going to Green Island, and on the morrow there was the clear + sunshine and blue sky of another day. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VIII. Green Island + </h2> + <p> + ONE MORNING, very early, I heard Mrs. Todd in the garden outside my + window. By the unusual loudness of her remarks to a passer-by, and the + notes of a familiar hymn which she sang as she worked among the herbs, and + which came as if directed purposely to the sleepy ears of my + consciousness, I knew that she wished I would wake up and come and speak + to her. + </p> + <p> + In a few minutes she responded to a morning voice from behind the blinds. + “I expect you're goin' up to your schoolhouse to pass all this pleasant + day; yes, I expect you're goin' to be dreadful busy,” she said + despairingly. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps not,” said I. “Why, what's going to be the matter with you, Mrs. + Todd?” For I supposed that she was tempted by the fine weather to take one + of her favorite expeditions along the shore pastures to gather herbs and + simples, and would like to have me keep the house. + </p> + <p> + “No, I don't want to go nowhere by land,” she answered gayly,—“no, + not by land; but I don't know's we shall have a better day all the rest of + the summer to go out to Green Island an' see mother. I waked up early + thinkin' of her. The wind's light northeast,—'twill take us right + straight out, an' this time o' year it's liable to change round southwest + an' fetch us home pretty, 'long late in the afternoon. Yes, it's goin' to + be a good day.” + </p> + <p> + “Speak to the captain and the Bowden boy, if you see anybody going by + toward the landing,” said I. “We'll take the big boat.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, my sakes! now you let me do things my way,” said Mrs. Todd + scornfully. “No, dear, we won't take no big bo't. I'll just git a handy + dory, an' Johnny Bowden an' me, we'll man her ourselves. I don't want no + abler bo't than a good dory, an' a nice light breeze ain't goin' to make + no sea; an' Johnny's my cousin's son,—mother'll like to have him + come; an' he'll be down to the herrin' weirs all the time we're there, + anyway; we don't want to carry no men folks havin' to be considered every + minute an' takin' up all our time. No, you let me do; we'll just slip out + an' see mother by ourselves. I guess what breakfast you'll want's about + ready now.” + </p> + <p> + I had become well acquainted with Mrs. Todd as landlady, herb-gatherer, + and rustic philosopher; we had been discreet fellow-passengers once or + twice when I had sailed up the coast to a larger town than Dunnet Landing + to do some shopping; but I was yet to become acquainted with her as a + mariner. An hour later we pushed off from the landing in the desired dory. + The tide was just on the turn, beginning to fall, and several friends and + acquaintances stood along the side of the dilapidated wharf and cheered us + by their words and evident interest. Johnny Bowden and I were both rowing + in haste to get out where we could catch the breeze and put up the small + sail which lay clumsily furled along the gunwale. Mrs. Todd sat aft, a + stern and unbending lawgiver. + </p> + <p> + “You better let her drift; we'll get there 'bout as quick; the tide'll + take her right out from under these old buildin's; there's plenty wind + outside.” + </p> + <p> + “Your bo't ain't trimmed proper, Mis' Todd!” exclaimed a voice from shore. + “You're lo'ded so the bo't'll drag; you can't git her before the wind, + ma'am. You set 'midships, Mis' Todd, an' let the boy hold the sheet 'n' + steer after he gits the sail up; you won't never git out to Green Island + that way. She's lo'ded bad, your bo't is,—she's heavy behind's she + is now!” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Todd turned with some difficulty and regarded the anxious adviser, my + right oar flew out of water, and we seemed about to capsize. “That you, + Asa? Good-mornin',” she said politely. “I al'ays liked the starn seat + best. When'd you git back from up country?” + </p> + <p> + This allusion to Asa's origin was not lost upon the rest of the company. + We were some little distance from shore, but we could hear a chuckle of + laughter, and Asa, a person who was too ready with his criticism and + advice on every possible subject, turned and walked indignantly away. + </p> + <p> + When we caught the wind we were soon on our seaward course, and only + stopped to underrun a trawl, for the floats of which Mrs. Todd looked + earnestly, explaining that her mother might not be prepared for three + extra to dinner; it was her brother's trawl, and she meant to just run her + eye along for the right sort of a little haddock. I leaned over the boat's + side with great interest and excitement, while she skillfully handled the + long line of hooks, and made scornful remarks upon worthless, + bait-consuming creatures of the sea as she reviewed them and left them on + the trawl or shook them off into the waves. At last we came to what she + pronounced a proper haddock, and having taken him on board and ended his + life resolutely, we went our way. + </p> + <p> + As we sailed along I listened to an increasingly delightful commentary + upon the islands, some of them barren rocks, or at best giving sparse + pasturage for sheep in the early summer. On one of these an eager little + flock ran to the water's edge and bleated at us so affectingly that I + would willingly have stopped; but Mrs. Todd steered away from the rocks, + and scolded at the sheep's mean owner, an acquaintance of hers, who + grudged the little salt and still less care which the patient creatures + needed. The hot midsummer sun makes prisons of these small islands that + are a paradise in early June, with their cool springs and short + thick-growing grass. On a larger island, farther out to sea, my + entertaining companion showed me with glee the small houses of two farmers + who shared the island between them, and declared that for three + generations the people had not spoken to each other even in times of + sickness or death or birth. “When the news come that the war was over, one + of 'em knew it a week, and never stepped across his wall to tell the + other,” she said. “There, they enjoy it; they've got to have somethin' to + interest 'em in such a place; 'tis a good deal more tryin' to be tied to + folks you don't like than 'tis to be alone. Each of 'em tell the neighbors + their wrongs; plenty likes to hear and tell again; them as fetch a bone'll + carry one, an' so they keep the fight a-goin'. I must say I like variety + myself; some folks washes Monday an' irons Tuesday the whole year round, + even if the circus is goin' by!” + </p> + <p> + A long time before we landed at Green Island we could see the small white + house, standing high like a beacon, where Mrs. Todd was born and where her + mother lived, on a green slope above the water, with dark spruce woods + still higher. There were crops in the fields, which we presently + distinguished from one another. Mrs. Todd examined them while we were + still far at sea. “Mother's late potatoes looks backward; ain't had rain + enough so far,” she pronounced her opinion. “They look weedier than what + they call Front Street down to Cowper Centre. I expect brother William is + so occupied with his herrin' weirs an' servin' out bait to the schooners + that he don't think once a day of the land.” + </p> + <p> + “What's the flag for, up above the spruces there behind the house?” I + inquired, with eagerness. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that's the sign for herrin',” she explained kindly, while Johnny + Bowden regarded me with contemptuous surprise. “When they get enough for + schooners they raise that flag; an' when 'tis a poor catch in the weir + pocket they just fly a little signal down by the shore, an' then the small + bo'ts comes and get enough an' over for their trawls. There, look! there + she is: mother sees us; she's wavin' somethin' out o' the fore door! + She'll be to the landin'-place quick's we are.” + </p> + <p> + I looked, and could see a tiny flutter in the doorway, but a quicker + signal had made its way from the heart on shore to the heart on the sea. + </p> + <p> + “How do you suppose she knows it is me?” said Mrs. Todd, with a tender + smile on her broad face. “There, you never get over bein' a child long's + you have a mother to go to. Look at the chimney, now; she's gone right in + an' brightened up the fire. Well, there, I'm glad mother's well; you'll + enjoy seein' her very much.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Todd leaned back into her proper position, and the boat trimmed + again. She took a firmer grasp of the sheet, and gave an impatient look up + at the gaff and the leech of the little sail, and twitched the sheet as if + she urged the wind like a horse. There came at once a fresh gust, and we + seemed to have doubled our speed. Soon we were near enough to see a tiny + figure with handkerchiefed head come down across the field and stand + waiting for us at the cove above a curve of pebble beach. + </p> + <p> + Presently the dory grated on the pebbles, and Johnny Bowden, who had been + kept in abeyance during the voyage, sprang out and used manful exertions + to haul us up with the next wave, so that Mrs. Todd could make a dry + landing. + </p> + <p> + “You don that very well,” she said, mounting to her feet, and coming + ashore somewhat stiffly, but with great dignity, refusing our outstretched + hands, and returning to possess herself of a bag which had lain at her + feet. + </p> + <p> + “Well, mother, here I be!” she announced with indifference; but they stood + and beamed in each other's faces. + </p> + <p> + “Lookin' pretty well for an old lady, ain't she?” said Mrs. Todd's mother, + turning away from her daughter to speak to me. She was a delightful little + person herself, with bright eyes and an affectionate air of expectation + like a child on a holiday. You felt as if Mrs. Blackett were an old and + dear friend before you let go her cordial hand. We all started together up + the hill. + </p> + <p> + “Now don't you haste too fast, mother,” said Mrs. Todd warningly; “'tis a + far reach o' risin' ground to the fore door, and you won't set an' get + your breath when you're once there, but go trotting about. Now don't you + go a mite faster than we proceed with this bag an' basket. Johnny, there, + 'll fetch up the haddock. I just made one stop to underrun William's trawl + till I come to jes' such a fish's I thought you'd want to make one o' your + nice chowders of. I've brought an onion with me that was layin' about on + the window-sill at home.” + </p> + <p> + “That's just what I was wantin',” said the hostess. “I give a sigh when + you spoke o' chowder, knowin' my onions was out. William forgot to + replenish us last time he was to the Landin'. Don't you haste so yourself + Almiry, up this risin' ground. I hear you commencin' to wheeze a'ready.” + </p> + <p> + This mild revenge seemed to afford great pleasure to both giver and + receiver. They laughed a little, and looked at each other affectionately, + and then at me. Mrs. Todd considerately paused, and faced about to regard + the wide sea view. I was glad to stop, being more out of breath than + either of my companions, and I prolonged the halt by asking the names of + the neighboring islands. There was a fine breeze blowing, which we felt + more there on the high land than when we were running before it in the + dory. + </p> + <p> + “Why, this ain't that kitten I saw when I was out last, the one that I + said didn't appear likely?” exclaimed Mrs. Todd as we went our way. + </p> + <p> + “That's the one, Almiry,” said her mother. “She always had a likely look + to me, an' she's right after business. I never see such a mouser for one + of her age. If't wan't for William, I never should have housed that other + dronin' old thing so long; but he sets by her on account of her havin' a + bob tail. I don't deem it advisable to maintain cats just on account of + their havin' bob tails; they're like all other curiosities, good for them + that wants to see 'm twice. This kitten catches mice for both, an' keeps + me respectable as I ain't been for a year. She's a real understandin' + little help, this kitten is. I picked her from among five Miss Augusta + Pernell had over to Burnt Island,” said the old woman, trudging along with + the kitten close at her skirts. “Augusta, she says to me, 'Why, Mis' + Blackett, you've took and homeliest;' and, says I, 'I've got the smartest; + I'm satisfied.'” + </p> + <p> + “I'd trust nobody sooner'n you to pick out a kitten, mother,” said the + daughter handsomely, and we went on in peace and harmony. + </p> + <p> + The house was just before us now, on a green level that looked as if a + huge hand had scooped it out of the long green field we had been + ascending. A little way above, the dark, spruce woods began to climb the + top of the hill and cover the seaward slopes of the island. There was just + room for the small farm and the forest; we looked down at the fish-house + and its rough sheds, and the weirs stretching far out into the water. As + we looked upward, the tops of the firs came sharp against the blue sky. + There was a great stretch of rough pasture-land round the shoulder of the + island to the eastward, and here were all the thick-scattered gray rocks + that kept their places, and the gray backs of many sheep that forever + wandered and fed on the thin sweet pasturage that fringed the ledges and + made soft hollows and strips of green turf like growing velvet. I could + see the rich green of bayberry bushes here and there, where the rocks made + room. The air was very sweet; one could not help wishing to be a citizen + of such a complete and tiny continent and home of fisherfolk. + </p> + <p> + The house was broad and clean, with a roof that looked heavy on its low + walls. It was one of the houses that seem firm-rooted in the ground, as if + they were two-thirds below the surface, like icebergs. The front door + stood hospitably open in expectation of company, and an orderly vine grew + at each side; but our path led to the kitchen door at the house-end, and + there grew a mass of gay flowers and greenery, as if they had been swept + together by some diligent garden broom into a tangled heap: there were + portulacas all along under the lower step and straggling off into the + grass, and clustering mallows that crept as near as they dared, like poor + relations. I saw the bright eyes and brainless little heads of two + half-grown chickens who were snuggled down among the mallows as if they + had been chased away from the door more than once, and expected to be + again. + </p> + <p> + “It seems kind o' formal comin' in this way,” said Mrs. Todd impulsively, + as we passed the flowers and came to the front doorstep; but she was + mindful of the proprieties, and walked before us into the best room on the + left. + </p> + <p> + “Why, mother, if you haven't gone an' turned the carpet!” she exclaimed, + with something in her voice that spoke of awe and admiration. “When'd you + get to it? I s'pose Mis' Addicks come over an' helped you, from White + Island Landing?” + </p> + <p> + “No, she didn't,” answered the old woman, standing proudly erect, and + making the most of a great moment. “I done it all myself with William's + help. He had a spare day, an' took right holt with me; an' 'twas all well + beat on the grass, an' turned, an' put down again afore we went to bed. I + ripped an' sewed over two o' them long breadths. I ain't had such a good + night's sleep for two years.” + </p> + <p> + “There, what do you think o' havin' such a mother as that for eighty-six + year old?” said Mrs. Todd, standing before us like a large figure of + Victory. + </p> + <p> + As for the mother, she took on a sudden look of youth; you felt as if she + promised a great future, and was beginning, not ending, her summers and + their happy toils. + </p> + <p> + “My, my!” exclaimed Mrs. Todd. “I couldn't ha' done it myself, I've got to + own it.” + </p> + <p> + “I was much pleased to have it off my mind,” said Mrs. Blackett, humbly; + “the more so because along at the first of the next week I wasn't very + well. I suppose it may have been the change of weather.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Todd could not resist a significant glance at me, but, with charming + sympathy, she forbore to point the lesson or to connect this illness with + its apparent cause. She loomed larger than ever in the little + old-fashioned best room, with its few pieces of good furniture and + pictures of national interest. The green paper curtains were stamped with + conventional landscapes of a foreign order,—castles on inaccessible + crags, and lovely lakes with steep wooded shores; under-foot the treasured + carpet was covered thick with home-made rugs. There were empty glass lamps + and crystallized bouquets of grass and some fine shells on the narrow + mantelpiece. + </p> + <p> + “I was married in this room,” said Mrs. Todd unexpectedly; and I heard her + give a sigh after she had spoken, as if she could not help the touch of + regret that would forever come with all her thoughts of happiness. + </p> + <p> + “We stood right there between the windows,” she added, “and the minister + stood here. William wouldn't come in. He was always odd about seein' + folks, just's he is now. I run to meet 'em from a child, an' William, he'd + take an' run away.” + </p> + <p> + “I've been the gainer,” said the old mother cheerfully. “William has been + son an' daughter both since you was married off the island. He's been + 'most too satisfied to stop at home 'long o' his old mother, but I always + tell 'em I'm the gainer.” + </p> + <p> + We were all moving toward the kitchen as if by common instinct. The best + room was too suggestive of serious occasions, and the shades were all + pulled down to shut out the summer light and air. It was indeed a tribute + to Society to find a room set apart for her behests out there on so + apparently neighborless and remote an island. Afternoon visits and evening + festivals must be few in such a bleak situation at certain seasons of the + year, but Mrs. Blackett was of those who do not live to themselves, and + who have long since passed the line that divides mere self-concern from a + valued share in whatever Society can give and take. There were those of + her neighbors who never had taken the trouble to furnish a best room, but + Mrs. Blackett was one who knew the uses of a parlor. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, do come right out into the old kitchen; I shan't make any stranger + of you,” she invited us pleasantly, after we had been properly received in + the room appointed to formality. “I expect Almiry, here, 'll be driftin' + out 'mongst the pasture-weeds quick's she can find a good excuse. 'Tis hot + now. You'd better content yourselves till you get nice an' rested, an' + 'long after dinner the sea-breeze 'll spring up, an' then you can take + your walks, an' go up an' see the prospect from the big ledge. Almiry'll + want to show off everything there is. Then I'll get you a good cup o' tea + before you start to go home. The days are plenty long now.” + </p> + <p> + While we were talking in the best room the selected fish had been + mysteriously brought up from the shore, and lay all cleaned and ready in + an earthen crock on the table. + </p> + <p> + “I think William might have just stopped an' said a word,” remarked Mrs. + Todd, pouting with high affront as she caught sight of it. “He's friendly + enough when he comes ashore, an' was remarkable social the last time, for + him.” + </p> + <p> + “He ain't disposed to be very social with the ladies,” explained William's + mother, with a delightful glance at me, as if she counted upon my + friendship and tolerance. “He's very particular, and he's all in his old + fishin'-clothes to-day. He'll want me to tell him everything you said and + done, after you've gone. William has very deep affections. He'll want to + see you, Almiry. Yes, I guess he'll be in by an' by.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll search for him by 'n' by, if he don't,” proclaimed Mrs. Todd, with + an air of unalterable resolution. “I know all of his burrows down 'long + the shore. I'll catch him by hand 'fore he knows it. I've got some + business with William, anyway. I brought forty-two cents with me that was + due him for them last lobsters he brought in.” + </p> + <p> + “You can leave it with me,” suggested the little old mother, who was + already stepping about among her pots and pans in the pantry, and + preparing to make the chowder. + </p> + <p> + I became possessed of a sudden unwonted curiosity in regard to William, + and felt that half the pleasure of my visit would be lost if I could not + make his interesting acquaintance. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IX. William + </h2> + <p> + MRS. TODD HAD taken the onion out of her basket and laid it down upon the + kitchen table. “There's Johnny Bowden come with us, you know,” she + reminded her mother. “He'll be hungry enough to eat his size.” + </p> + <p> + “I've got new doughnuts, dear,” said the little old lady. “You don't often + catch William 'n' me out o' provisions. I expect you might have chose a + somewhat larger fish, but I'll try an' make it do. I shall have to have a + few extra potatoes, but there's a field full out there, an' the hoe's + leanin' against the well-house, in 'mongst the climbin'-beans.” She smiled + and gave her daughter a commanding nod. + </p> + <p> + “Land sakes alive! Le's blow the horn for William,” insisted Mrs. Todd, + with some excitement. “He needn't break his spirit so far's to come in. + He'll know you need him for something particular, an' then we can call to + him as he comes up the path. I won't put him to no pain.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Blackett's old face, for the first time, wore a look of trouble, and + I found it necessary to counteract the teasing spirit of Almira. It was + too pleasant to stay indoors altogether, even in such rewarding + companionship; besides, I might meet William; and, straying out presently, + I found the hoe by the well-house and an old splint basket at the woodshed + door, and also found my way down to the field where there was a great + square patch of rough, weedy potato-tops and tall ragweed. One corner was + already dug, and I chose a fat-looking hill where the tops were well + withered. There is all the pleasure that one can have in gold-digging in + finding one's hopes satisfied in the riches of a good hill of potatoes. I + longed to go on; but it did not seem frugal to dig any longer after my + basket was full, and at last I took my hoe by the middle and lifted the + basket to go back up the hill. I was sure that Mrs. Blackett must be + waiting impatiently to slice the potatoes into the chowder, layer after + layer, with the fish. + </p> + <p> + “You let me take holt o' that basket, ma'am,” said the pleasant, anxious + voice behind me. + </p> + <p> + I turned, startled in the silence of the wide field, and saw an elderly + man, bent in the shoulders as fishermen often are, gray-headed and + clean-shaven, and with a timid air. It was William. He looked just like + his mother, and I had been imagining that he was large and stout like his + sister, Almira Todd; and, strange to say, my fancy had led me to picture + him not far from thirty and a little loutish. It was necessary instead to + pay William the respect due to age. + </p> + <p> + I accustomed myself to plain facts on the instant, and we said + good-morning like old friends. The basket was really heavy, and I put the + hoe through its handle and offered him one end; then we moved easily + toward the house together, speaking of the fine weather and of mackerel + which were reported to be striking in all about the bay. William had been + out since three o'clock, and had taken an extra fare of fish. I could feel + that Mrs. Todd's eyes were upon us as we approached the house, and + although I fell behind in the narrow path, and let William take the basket + alone and precede me at some little distance the rest of the way, I could + plainly hear her greet him. + </p> + <p> + “Got round to comin' in, didn't you?” she inquired, with amusement. “Well, + now, that's clever. Didn't know's I should see you to-day, William, an' I + wanted to settle an account.” + </p> + <p> + I felt somewhat disturbed and responsible, but when I joined them they + were on most simple and friendly terms. It became evident that, with + William, it was the first step that cost, and that, having once joined in + social interests, he was able to pursue them with more or less pleasure. + He was about sixty, and not young-looking for his years, yet so undying is + the spirit of youth, and bashfulness has such a power of survival, that I + felt all the time as if one must try to make the occasion easy for some + one who was young and new to the affairs of social life. He asked politely + if I would like to go up to the great ledge while dinner was getting + ready; so, not without a deep sense of pleasure, and a delighted look of + surprise from the two hostesses, we started, William and I, as if both of + us felt much younger than we looked. Such was the innocence and simplicity + of the moment that when I heard Mrs. Todd laughing behind us in the + kitchen I laughed too, but William did not even blush. I think he was a + little deaf, and he stepped along before me most businesslike and intent + upon his errand. + </p> + <p> + We went from the upper edge of the field above the house into a smooth, + brown path among the dark spruces. The hot sun brought out the fragrance + of the pitchy bark, and the shade was pleasant as we climbed the hill. + William stopped once or twice to show me a great wasps'-nest close by, or + some fishhawks'-nests below in a bit of swamp. He picked a few sprigs of + late-blooming linnaea as we came out upon an open bit of pasture at the + top of the island, and gave them to me without speaking, but he knew as + well as I that one could not say half he wished about linnaea. Through + this piece of rough pasture ran a huge shape of stone like the great + backbone of an enormous creature. At the end, near the woods, we could + climb up on it and walk along to the highest point; there above the circle + of pointed firs we could look down over all the island, and could see the + ocean that circled this and a hundred other bits of island ground, the + mainland shore and all the far horizons. It gave a sudden sense of space, + for nothing stopped the eye or hedged one in,—that sense of liberty + in space and time which great prospects always give. + </p> + <p> + “There ain't no such view in the world, I expect,” said William proudly, + and I hastened to speak my heartfelt tribute of praise; it was impossible + not to feel as if an untraveled boy had spoken, and yet one loved to have + him value his native heath. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + X. Where Pennyroyal Grew + </h2> + <p> + WE WERE a little late to dinner, but Mrs. Blackett and Mrs. Todd were + lenient, and we all took our places after William had paused to wash his + hands, like a pious Brahmin, at the well, and put on a neat blue coat + which he took from a peg behind the kitchen door. Then he resolutely asked + a blessing in words that I could not hear, and we ate the chowder and were + thankful. The kitten went round and round the table, quite erect, and, + holding on by her fierce young claws, she stopped to mew with pathos at + each elbow, or darted off to the open door when a song sparrow forgot + himself and lit in the grass too near. William did not talk much, but his + sister Todd occupied the time and told all the news there was to tell of + Dunnet Landing and its coasts, while the old mother listened with delight. + Her hospitality was something exquisite; she had the gift which so many + women lack, of being able to make themselves and their houses belong + entirely to a guest's pleasure,—that charming surrender for the + moment of themselves and whatever belongs to them, so that they make a + part of one's own life that can never be forgotten. Tact is after all a + kind of mindreading, and my hostess held the golden gift. Sympathy is of + the mind as well as the heart, and Mrs. Blackett's world and mine were one + from the moment we met. Besides, she had that final, that highest gift of + heaven, a perfect self-forgetfulness. Sometimes, as I watched her eager, + sweet old face, I wondered why she had been set to shine on this lonely + island of the northern coast. It must have been to keep the balance true, + and make up to all her scattered and depending neighbors for other things + which they may have lacked. + </p> + <p> + When we had finished clearing away the old blue plates, and the kitten had + taken care of her share of the fresh haddock, just as we were putting back + the kitchen chairs in their places, Mrs. Todd said briskly that she must + go up into the pasture now to gather the desired herbs. + </p> + <p> + “You can stop here an' rest, or you can accompany me,” she announced. + “Mother ought to have her nap, and when we come back she an' William'll + sing for you. She admires music,” said Mrs. Todd, turning to speak to her + mother. + </p> + <p> + But Mrs. Blackett tried to say that she couldn't sing as she used, and + perhaps William wouldn't feel like it. She looked tired, the good old + soul, or I should have liked to sit in the peaceful little house while she + slept; I had had much pleasant experience of pastures already in her + daughter's company. But it seemed best to go with Mrs. Todd, and off we + went. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Todd carried the gingham bag which she had brought from home, and a + small heavy burden in the bottom made it hang straight and slender from + her hand. The way was steep, and she soon grew breathless, so that we sat + down to rest awhile on a convenient large stone among the bayberry. + </p> + <p> + “There, I wanted you to see this,—'tis mother's picture,” said Mrs. + Todd; “'twas taken once when she was up to Portland soon after she was + married. That's me,” she added, opening another worn case, and displaying + the full face of the cheerful child she looked like still in spite of + being past sixty. “And here's William an' father together. I take after + father, large and heavy, an' William is like mother's folks, short an' + thin. He ought to have made something o' himself, bein' a man an' so like + mother; but though he's been very steady to work, an' kept up the farm, + an' done his fishin' too right along, he never had mother's snap an' power + o' seein' things just as they be. He's got excellent judgment, too,” + meditated William's sister, but she could not arrive at any satisfactory + decision upon what she evidently thought his failure in life. “I think it + is well to see any one so happy an' makin' the most of life just as it + falls to hand,” she said as she began to put the daguerreotypes away + again; but I reached out my hand to see her mother's once more, a most + flowerlike face of a lovely young woman in quaint dress. There was in the + eyes a look of anticipation and joy, a far-off look that sought the + horizon; one often sees it in seafaring families, inherited by girls and + boys alike from men who spend their lives at sea, and are always watching + for distant sails or the first loom of the land. At sea there is nothing + to be seen close by, and this has its counterpart in a sailor's character, + in the large and brave and patient traits that are developed, the hopeful + pleasantness that one loves so in a seafarer. + </p> + <p> + When the family pictures were wrapped again in a big handkerchief, we set + forward in a narrow footpath and made our way to a lonely place that faced + northward, where there was more pasturage and fewer bushes, and we went + down to the edge of short grass above some rocky cliffs where the deep sea + broke with a great noise, though the wind was down and the water looked + quiet a little way from shore. Among the grass grew such pennyroyal as the + rest of the world could not provide. There was a fine fragrance in the air + as we gathered it sprig by sprig and stepped along carefully, and Mrs. + Todd pressed her aromatic nosegay between her hands and offered it to me + again and again. + </p> + <p> + “There's nothin' like it,” she said; “oh no, there's no such pennyr'yal as + this in the state of Maine. It's the right pattern of the plant, and all + the rest I ever see is but an imitation. Don't it do you good?” And I + answered with enthusiasm. + </p> + <p> + “There, dear, I never showed nobody else but mother where to find this + place; 'tis kind of sainted to me. Nathan, my husband, an' I used to love + this place when we was courtin', and”—she hesitated, and then spoke + softly—“when he was lost, 'twas just off shore tryin' to get in by + the short channel out there between Squaw Islands, right in sight o' this + headland where we'd set an' made our plans all summer long.” + </p> + <p> + I had never heard her speak of her husband before, but I felt that we were + friends now since she had brought me to this place. + </p> + <p> + “'Twas but a dream with us,” Mrs. Todd said. “I knew it when he was gone. + I knew it”—and she whispered as if she were at confession—“I + knew it afore he started to go to sea. My heart was gone out o' my keepin' + before I ever saw Nathan; but he loved me well, and he made me real happy, + and he died before he ever knew what he'd had to know if we'd lived long + together. 'Tis very strange about love. No, Nathan never found out, but my + heart was troubled when I knew him first. There's more women likes to be + loved than there is of those that loves. I spent some happy hours right + here. I always liked Nathan, and he never knew. But this pennyr'yal always + reminded me, as I'd sit and gather it and hear him talkin'—it always + would remind me of—the other one.” + </p> + <p> + She looked away from me, and presently rose and went on by herself. There + was something lonely and solitary about her great determined shape. She + might have been Antigone alone on the Theban plain. It is not often given + in a noisy world to come to the places of great grief and silence. An + absolute, archaic grief possessed this countrywoman; she seemed like a + renewal of some historic soul, with her sorrows and the remoteness of a + daily life busied with rustic simplicities and the scents of primeval + herbs. + </p> + <p> + I was not incompetent at herb-gathering, and after a while, when I had sat + long enough waking myself to new thoughts, and reading a page of + remembrance with new pleasure, I gathered some bunches, as I was bound to + do, and at last we met again higher up the shore, in the plain every-day + world we had left behind when we went down to the penny-royal plot. As we + walked together along the high edge of the field we saw a hundred sails + about the bay and farther seaward; it was mid-afternoon or after, and the + day was coming to an end. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, they're all makin' towards the shore,—the small craft an' the + lobster smacks an' all,” said my companion. “We must spend a little time + with mother now, just to have our tea, an' then put for home.” + </p> + <p> + “No matter if we lose the wind at sundown; I can row in with Johnny,” said + I; and Mrs. Todd nodded reassuringly and kept to her steady plod, not + quickening her gait even when we saw William come round the corner of the + house as if to look for us, and wave his hand and disappear. + </p> + <p> + “Why, William's right on deck; I didn't know's we should see any more of + him!” exclaimed Mrs. Todd. “Now mother'll put the kettle right on; she's + got a good fire goin'.” I too could see the blue smoke thicken, and then + we both walked a little faster, while Mrs. Todd groped in her full bag of + herbs to find the daguerreotypes and be ready to put them in their places. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XI. The Old Singers + </h2> + <p> + WILLIAM WAS sitting on the side door step, and the old mother was busy + making her tea; she gave into my hand an old flowered-glass tea-caddy. + </p> + <p> + “William thought you'd like to see this, when he was settin' the table. My + father brought it to my mother from the island of Tobago; an' here's a + pair of beautiful mugs that came with it.” She opened the glass door of a + little cupboard beside the chimney. “These I call my best things, dear,” + she said. “You'd laugh to see how we enjoy 'em Sunday nights in winter: we + have a real company tea 'stead o' livin' right along just the same, an' I + make somethin' good for a s'prise an' put on some o' my preserves, an' we + get a'talkin' together an' have real pleasant times.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Todd laughed indulgently, and looked to see what I thought of such + childishness. + </p> + <p> + “I wish I could be here some Sunday evening,” said I. + </p> + <p> + “William an' me'll be talkin' about you an' thinkin' o' this nice day,” + said Mrs. Blackett affectionately, and she glanced at William, and he + looked up bravely and nodded. I began to discover that he and his sister + could not speak their deeper feelings before each other. + </p> + <p> + “Now I want you an' mother to sing,” said Mrs. Todd abruptly, with an air + of command, and I gave William much sympathy in his evident distress. + </p> + <p> + “After I've had my cup o' tea, dear,” answered the old hostess cheerfully; + and so we sat down and took our cups and made merry while they lasted. It + was impossible not to wish to stay on forever at Green Island, and I could + not help saying so. + </p> + <p> + “I'm very happy here, both winter an' summer,” said old Mrs. Blackett. + “William an' I never wish for any other home, do we, William? I'm glad you + find it pleasant; I wish you'd come an' stay, dear, whenever you feel + inclined. But here's Almiry; I always think Providence was kind to plot + an' have her husband leave her a good house where she really belonged. + She'd been very restless if she'd had to continue here on Green Island. + You wanted more scope, didn't you, Almiry, an' to live in a large place + where more things grew? Sometimes folks wonders that we don't live + together; perhaps we shall some time,” and a shadow of sadness and + apprehension flitted across her face. “The time o' sickness an' failin' + has got to come to all. But Almiry's got an herb that's good for + everything.” She smiled as she spoke, and looked bright again. + </p> + <p> + “There's some herb that's good for everybody, except for them that thinks + they're sick when they ain't,” announced Mrs. Todd, with a truly + professional air of finality. “Come, William, let's have Sweet Home, an' + then mother'll sing Cupid an' the Bee for us.” + </p> + <p> + Then followed a most charming surprise. William mastered his timidity and + began to sing. His voice was a little faint and frail, like the family + daguerreotypes, but it was a tenor voice, and perfectly true and sweet. I + have never heard Home, Sweet Home sung as touchingly and seriously as he + sang it; he seemed to make it quite new; and when he paused for a moment + at the end of the first line and began the next, the old mother joined him + and they sang together, she missing only the higher notes, where he seemed + to lend his voice to hers for the moment and carry on her very note and + air. It was the silent man's real and only means of expression, and one + could have listened forever, and have asked for more and more songs of old + Scotch and English inheritance and the best that have lived from the + ballad music of the war. Mrs. Todd kept time visibly, and sometimes + audibly, with her ample foot. I saw the tears in her eyes sometimes, when + I could see beyond the tears in mine. But at last the songs ended and the + time came to say good-by; it was the end of a great pleasure. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Blackett, the dear old lady, opened the door of her bedroom while + Mrs. Todd was tying up the herb bag, and William had gone down to get the + boat ready and to blow the horn for Johnny Bowden, who had joined a roving + boat party who were off the shore lobstering. + </p> + <p> + I went to the door of the bedroom, and thought how pleasant it looked, + with its pink-and-white patchwork quilt and the brown unpainted paneling + of its woodwork. + </p> + <p> + “Come right in, dear,” she said. “I want you to set down in my old quilted + rockin'-chair there by the window; you'll say it's the prettiest view in + the house. I set there a good deal to rest me and when I want to read.” + </p> + <p> + There was a worn red Bible on the lightstand, and Mrs. Blackett's heavy + silver-bowed glasses; her thimble was on the narrow window-ledge, and + folded carefully on the table was a thick striped-cotton shirt that she + was making for her son. Those dear old fingers and their loving stitches, + that heart which had made the most of everything that needed love! Here + was the real home, the heart of the old house on Green Island! I sat in + the rocking-chair, and felt that it was a place of peace, the little brown + bedroom, and the quiet outlook upon field and sea and sky. + </p> + <p> + I looked up, and we understood each other without speaking. “I shall like + to think o' your settin' here to-day,” said Mrs. Blackett. “I want you to + come again. It has been so pleasant for William.” + </p> + <p> + The wind served us all the way home, and did not fall or let the sail + slacken until we were close to the shore. We had a generous freight of + lobsters in the boat, and new potatoes which William had put aboard, and + what Mrs. Todd proudly called a full “kag” of prime number one salted + mackerel; and when we landed we had to make business arrangements to have + these conveyed to her house in a wheelbarrow. + </p> + <p> + I never shall forget the day at Green Island. The town of Dunnet Landing + seemed large and noisy and oppressive as we came ashore. Such is the power + of contrast; for the village was so still that I could hear the shy + whippoorwills singing that night as I lay awake in my downstairs bedroom, + and the scent of Mrs. Todd's herb garden under the window blew in again + and again with every gentle rising of the seabreeze. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XII. A Strange Sail + </h2> + <p> + EXCEPT FOR a few stray guests, islanders or from the inland country, to + whom Mrs. Todd offered the hospitalities of a single meal, we were quite + by ourselves all summer; and when there were signs of invasion, late in + July, and a certain Mrs. Fosdick appeared like a strange sail on the far + horizon, I suffered much from apprehension. I had been living in the + quaint little house with as much comfort and unconsciousness as if it were + a larger body, or a double shell, in whose simple convolutions Mrs. Todd + and I had secreted ourselves, until some wandering hermit crab of a + visitor marked the little spare room for her own. Perhaps now and then a + castaway on a lonely desert island dreads the thought of being rescued. I + heard of Mrs. Fosdick for the first time with a selfish sense of + objection; but after all, I was still vacation-tenant of the schoolhouse, + where I could always be alone, and it was impossible not to sympathize + with Mrs. Todd, who, in spite of some preliminary grumbling, was really + delighted with the prospect of entertaining an old friend. + </p> + <p> + For nearly a month we received occasional news of Mrs. Fosdick, who seemed + to be making a royal progress from house to house in the inland + neighborhood, after the fashion of Queen Elizabeth. One Sunday after + another came and went, disappointing Mrs. Todd in the hope of seeing her + guest at church and fixing the day for the great visit to begin; but Mrs. + Fosdick was not ready to commit herself to a date. An assurance of “some + time this week” was not sufficiently definite from a free-footed + housekeeper's point of view, and Mrs. Todd put aside all herb-gathering + plans, and went through the various stages of expectation, provocation, + and despair. At last she was ready to believe that Mrs. Fosdick must have + forgotten her promise and returned to her home, which was vaguely said to + be over Thomaston way. But one evening, just as the supper-table was + cleared and “readied up,” and Mrs. Todd had put her large apron over her + head and stepped forth for an evening stroll in the garden, the unexpected + happened. She heard the sound of wheels, and gave an excited cry to me, as + I sat by the window, that Mrs. Fosdick was coming right up the street. + </p> + <p> + “She may not be considerate, but she's dreadful good company,” said Mrs. + Todd hastily, coming back a few steps from the neighborhood of the gate. + “No, she ain't a mite considerate, but there's a small lobster left over + from your tea; yes, it's a real mercy there's a lobster. Susan Fosdick + might just as well have passed the compliment o' comin' an hour ago.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps she has had her supper,” I ventured to suggest, sharing the + housekeeper's anxiety, and meekly conscious of an inconsiderate appetite + for my own supper after a long expedition up the bay. There were so few + emergencies of any sort at Dunnet Landing that this one appeared + overwhelming. + </p> + <p> + “No, she's rode 'way over from Nahum Brayton's place. I expect they were + busy on the farm, and couldn't spare the horse in proper season. You just + sly out an' set the teakittle on again, dear, an' drop in a good han'ful + o' chips; the fire's all alive. I'll take her right up to lay off her + things, as she'll be occupied with explanations an' gettin' her bunnit + off, so you'll have plenty o' time. She's one I shouldn't like to have + find me unprepared.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Fosdick was already at the gate, and Mrs. Todd now turned with an air + of complete surprise and delight to welcome her. + </p> + <p> + “Why, Susan Fosdick,” I heard her exclaim in a fine unhindered voice, as + if she were calling across a field, “I come near giving of you up! I was + afraid you'd gone an' 'portioned out my visit to somebody else. I s'pose + you've been to supper?” + </p> + <p> + “Lor', no, I ain't, Almiry Todd,” said Mrs. Fosdick cheerfully, as she + turned, laden with bags and bundles, from making her adieux to the boy + driver. “I ain't had a mite o' supper, dear. I've been lottin' all the way + on a cup o' that best tea o' yourn,—some o' that Oolong you keep in + the little chist. I don't want none o' your useful herbs.” + </p> + <p> + “I keep that tea for ministers' folks,” gayly responded Mrs. Todd. “Come + right along in, Susan Fosdick. I declare if you ain't the same old + sixpence!” + </p> + <p> + As they came up the walk together, laughing like girls, I fled, full of + cares, to the kitchen, to brighten the fire and be sure that the lobster, + sole dependence of a late supper, was well out of reach of the cat. There + proved to be fine reserves of wild raspberries and bread and butter, so + that I regained my composure, and waited impatiently for my own share of + this illustrious visit to begin. There was an instant sense of high + festivity in the evening air from the moment when our guest had so frankly + demanded the Oolong tea. + </p> + <p> + The great moment arrived. I was formally presented at the stair-foot, and + the two friends passed on to the kitchen, where I soon heard a hospitable + clink of crockery and the brisk stirring of a tea-cup. I sat in my + high-backed rocking-chair by the window in the front room with an + unreasonable feeling of being left out, like the child who stood at the + gate in Hans Andersen's story. Mrs. Fosdick did not look, at first sight, + like a person of great social gifts. She was a serious-looking little bit + of an old woman, with a birdlike nod of the head. I had often been told + that she was the “best hand in the world to make a visit,”—as if to + visit were the highest of vocations; that everybody wished for her, while + few could get her; and I saw that Mrs. Todd felt a comfortable sense of + distinction in being favored with the company of this eminent person who + “knew just how.” It was certainly true that Mrs. Fosdick gave both her + hostess and me a warm feeling of enjoyment and expectation, as if she had + the power of social suggestion to all neighboring minds. + </p> + <p> + The two friends did not reappear for at least an hour. I could hear their + busy voices, loud and low by turns, as they ranged from public to + confidential topics. At last Mrs. Todd kindly remembered me and returned, + giving my door a ceremonious knock before she stepped in, with the small + visitor in her wake. She reached behind her and took Mrs. Fosdick's hand + as if she were young and bashful, and gave her a gentle pull forward. + </p> + <p> + “There, I don't know whether you're goin' to take to each other or not; + no, nobody can't tell whether you'll suit each other, but I expect you'll + get along some way, both having seen the world,” said our affectionate + hostess. “You can inform Mis' Fosdick how we found the folks out to Green + Island the other day. She's always been well acquainted with mother. I'll + slip out now an' put away the supper things an' set my bread to rise, if + you'll both excuse me. You can come an' keep me company when you get + ready, either or both.” And Mrs. Todd, large and amiable, disappeared and + left us. + </p> + <p> + Being furnished not only with a subject of conversation, but with a safe + refuge in the kitchen in case of incompatibility, Mrs. Fosdick and I sat + down, prepared to make the best of each other. I soon discovered that she, + like many of the elder women of the coast, had spent a part of her life at + sea, and was full of a good traveler's curiosity and enlightenment. By the + time we thought it discreet to join our hostess we were already sincere + friends. + </p> + <p> + You may speak of a visit's setting in as well as a tide's, and it was + impossible, as Mrs. Todd whispered to me, not to be pleased at the way + this visit was setting in; a new impulse and refreshing of the social + currents and seldom visited bays of memory appeared to have begun. Mrs. + Fosdick had been the mother of a large family of sons and daughters,—sailors + and sailors' wives,—and most of them had died before her. I soon + grew more or less acquainted with the histories of all their fortunes and + misfortunes, and subjects of an intimate nature were no more withheld from + my ears than if I had been a shell on the mantelpiece. Mrs. Fosdick was + not without a touch of dignity and elegance; she was fashionable in her + dress, but it was a curiously well-preserved provincial fashion of some + years back. In a wider sphere one might have called her a woman of the + world, with her unexpected bits of modern knowledge, but Mrs. Todd's + wisdom was an intimation of truth itself. She might belong to any age, + like an idyl of Theocritus; but while she always understood Mrs. Fosdick, + that entertaining pilgrim could not always understand Mrs. Todd. + </p> + <p> + That very first evening my friends plunged into a borderless sea of + reminiscences and personal news. Mrs. Fosdick had been staying with a + family who owned the farm where she was born, and she had visited every + sunny knoll and shady field corner; but when she said that it might be for + the last time, I detected in her tone something expectant of the + contradiction which Mrs. Todd promptly offered. + </p> + <p> + “Almiry,” said Mrs. Fosdick, with sadness, “you may say what you like, but + I am one of nine brothers and sisters brought up on the old place, and + we're all dead but me.” + </p> + <p> + “Your sister Dailey ain't gone, is she? Why, no, Louisa ain't gone!” + exclaimed Mrs. Todd, with surprise. “Why, I never heard of that + occurrence!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes'm; she passed away last October, in Lynn. She had made her distant + home in Vermont State, but she was making a visit to her youngest + daughter. Louisa was the only one of my family whose funeral I wasn't able + to attend, but 'twas a mere accident. All the rest of us were settled + right about home. I thought it was very slack of 'em in Lynn not to fetch + her to the old place; but when I came to hear about it, I learned that + they'd recently put up a very elegant monument, and my sister Dailey was + always great for show. She'd just been out to see the monument the week + before she was taken down, and admired it so much that they felt sure of + her wishes.” + </p> + <p> + “So she's really gone, and the funeral was up to Lynn!” repeated Mrs. + Todd, as if to impress the sad fact upon her mind. “She was some years + younger than we be, too. I recollect the first day she ever came to + school; 'twas that first year mother sent me inshore to stay with aunt + Topham's folks and get my schooling. You fetched little Louisa to school + one Monday mornin' in a pink dress an' her long curls, and she set between + you an' me, and got cryin' after a while, so the teacher sent us home with + her at recess.” + </p> + <p> + “She was scared of seeing so many children about her; there was only her + and me and brother John at home then; the older boys were to sea with + father, an' the rest of us wa'n't born,” explained Mrs. Fosdick. “That + next fall we all went to sea together. Mother was uncertain till the last + minute, as one may say. The ship was waiting orders, but the baby that + then was, was born just in time, and there was a long spell of extra bad + weather, so mother got about again before they had to sail, an' we all + went. I remember my clothes were all left ashore in the east chamber in a + basket where mother'd took them out o' my chist o' drawers an' left 'em + ready to carry aboard. She didn't have nothing aboard, of her own, that + she wanted to cut up for me, so when my dress wore out she just put me + into a spare suit o' John's, jacket and trousers. I wasn't but eight years + old an' he was most seven and large of his age. Quick as we made a port + she went right ashore an' fitted me out pretty, but we was bound for the + East Indies and didn't put in anywhere for a good while. So I had quite a + spell o' freedom. Mother made my new skirt long because I was growing, and + I poked about the deck after that, real discouraged, feeling the hem at my + heels every minute, and as if youth was past and gone. I liked the + trousers best; I used to climb the riggin' with 'em and frighten mother + till she said an' vowed she'd never take me to sea again.” + </p> + <p> + I thought by the polite absent-minded smile on Mrs. Todd's face this was + no new story. + </p> + <p> + “Little Louisa was a beautiful child; yes, I always thought Louisa was + very pretty,” Mrs. Todd said. “She was a dear little girl in those days. + She favored your mother; the rest of you took after your father's folks.” + </p> + <p> + “We did certain,” agreed Mrs. Fosdick, rocking steadily. “There, it does + seem so pleasant to talk with an old acquaintance that knows what you + know. I see so many of these new folks nowadays, that seem to have neither + past nor future. Conversation's got to have some root in the past, or else + you've got to explain every remark you make, an' it wears a person out.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Todd gave a funny little laugh. “Yes'm, old friends is always best, + 'less you can catch a new one that's fit to make an old one out of,” she + said, and we gave an affectionate glance at each other which Mrs. Fosdick + could not have understood, being the latest comer to the house. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XIII. Poor Joanna + </h2> + <p> + ONE EVENING my ears caught a mysterious allusion which Mrs. Todd made to + Shell-heap Island. It was a chilly night of cold northeasterly rain, and I + made a fire for the first time in the Franklin stove in my room, and + begged my two housemates to come in and keep me company. The weather had + convinced Mrs. Todd that it was time to make a supply of cough-drops, and + she had been bringing forth herbs from dark and dry hiding-places, until + now the pungent dust and odor of them had resolved themselves into one + mighty flavor of spearmint that came from a simmering caldron of syrup in + the kitchen. She called it done, and well done, and had ostentatiously + left it to cool, and taken her knitting-work because Mrs. Fosdick was busy + with hers. They sat in the two rocking-chairs, the small woman and the + large one, but now and then I could see that Mrs. Todd's thoughts remained + with the cough-drops. The time of gathering herbs was nearly over, but the + time of syrups and cordials had begun. + </p> + <p> + The heat of the open fire made us a little drowsy, but something in the + way Mrs. Todd spoke of Shell-heap Island waked my interest. I waited to + see if she would say any more, and then took a roundabout way back to the + subject by saying what was first in my mind: that I wished the Green + Island family were there to spend the evening with us,—Mrs. Todd's + mother and her brother William. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Todd smiled, and drummed on the arm of the rocking-chair. “Might + scare William to death,” she warned me; and Mrs. Fosdick mentioned her + intention of going out to Green Island to stay two or three days, if the + wind didn't make too much sea. + </p> + <p> + “Where is Shell-heap Island?” I ventured to ask, seizing the opportunity. + </p> + <p> + “Bears nor-east somewheres about three miles from Green Island; right + off-shore, I should call it about eight miles out,” said Mrs. Todd. “You + never was there, dear; 'tis off the thoroughfares, and a very bad place to + land at best.” + </p> + <p> + “I should think 'twas,” agreed Mrs. Fosdick, smoothing down her black silk + apron. “'Tis a place worth visitin' when you once get there. Some o' the + old folks was kind o' fearful about it. 'Twas 'counted a great place in + old Indian times; you can pick up their stone tools 'most any time if you + hunt about. There's a beautiful spring o' water, too. Yes, I remember when + they used to tell queer stories about Shell-heap Island. Some said 'twas a + great bangeing-place for the Indians, and an old chief resided there once + that ruled the winds; and others said they'd always heard that once the + Indians come down from up country an' left a captive there without any + bo't, an' 'twas too far to swim across to Black Island, so called, an' he + lived there till he perished.” + </p> + <p> + “I've heard say he walked the island after that, and sharp-sighted folks + could see him an' lose him like one o' them citizens Cap'n Littlepage was + acquainted with up to the north pole,” announced Mrs. Todd grimly. + “Anyway, there was Indians—you can see their shell-heap that named + the island; and I've heard myself that 'twas one o' their cannibal places, + but I never could believe it. There never was no cannibals on the coast o' + Maine. All the Indians o' these regions are tame-looking folks.” + </p> + <p> + “Sakes alive, yes!” exclaimed Mrs. Fosdick. “Ought to see them painted + savages I've seen when I was young out in the South Sea Islands! That was + the time for folks to travel, 'way back in the old whalin' days!” + </p> + <p> + “Whalin' must have been dull for a lady, hardly ever makin' a lively port, + and not takin' in any mixed cargoes,” said Mrs. Todd. “I never desired to + go a whalin' v'y'ge myself.” + </p> + <p> + “I used to return feelin' very slack an' behind the times, 'tis true,” + explained Mrs. Fosdick, “but 'twas excitin', an' we always done extra + well, and felt rich when we did get ashore. I liked the variety. There, + how times have changed; how few seafarin' families there are left! What a + lot o' queer folks there used to be about here, anyway, when we was young, + Almiry. Everybody's just like everybody else, now; nobody to laugh about, + and nobody to cry about.” + </p> + <p> + It seemed to me that there were peculiarities of character in the region + of Dunnet Landing yet, but I did not like to interrupt. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Mrs. Todd after a moment of meditation, “there was certain a + good many curiosities of human natur' in this neighborhood years ago. + There was more energy then, and in some the energy took a singular turn. + In these days the young folks is all copy-cats, 'fraid to death they won't + be all just alike; as for the old folks, they pray for the advantage o' + bein' a little different.” + </p> + <p> + “I ain't heard of a copy-cat this great many years,” said Mrs. Fosdick, + laughing; “'twas a favorite term o' my grandfather's. No, I wa'n't + thinking o' those things, but of them strange straying creatur's that used + to rove the country. You don't see them now, or the ones that used to hive + away in their own houses with some strange notion or other.” + </p> + <p> + I thought again of Captain Littlepage, but my companions were not reminded + of his name; and there was brother William at Green Island, whom we all + three knew. + </p> + <p> + “I was talking o' poor Joanna the other day. I hadn't thought of her for a + great while,” said Mrs. Fosdick abruptly. “Mis' Brayton an' I recalled her + as we sat together sewing. She was one o' your peculiar persons, wa'n't + she? Speaking of such persons,” she turned to explain to me, “there was a + sort of a nun or hermit person lived out there for years all alone on + Shell-heap Island. Miss Joanna Todd, her name was,—a cousin o' + Almiry's late husband.” + </p> + <p> + I expressed my interest, but as I glanced at Mrs. Todd I saw that she was + confused by sudden affectionate feeling and unmistakable desire for + reticence. + </p> + <p> + “I never want to hear Joanna laughed about,” she said anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “Nor I,” answered Mrs. Fosdick reassuringly. “She was crossed in love,—that + was all the matter to begin with; but as I look back, I can see that + Joanna was one doomed from the first to fall into a melancholy. She + retired from the world for good an' all, though she was a well-off woman. + All she wanted was to get away from folks; she thought she wasn't fit to + live with anybody, and wanted to be free. Shell-heap Island come to her + from her father, and first thing folks knew she'd gone off out there to + live, and left word she didn't want no company. 'Twas a bad place to get + to, unless the wind an' tide were just right; 'twas hard work to make a + landing.” + </p> + <p> + “What time of year was this?” I asked. + </p> + <p> + “Very late in the summer,” said Mrs. Fosdick. “No, I never could laugh at + Joanna, as some did. She set everything by the young man, an' they were + going to marry in about a month, when he got bewitched with a girl 'way up + the bay, and married her, and went off to Massachusetts. He wasn't well + thought of,—there were those who thought Joanna's money was what had + tempted him; but she'd given him her whole heart, an' she wa'n't so young + as she had been. All her hopes were built on marryin', an' havin' a real + home and somebody to look to; she acted just like a bird when its nest is + spoilt. The day after she heard the news she was in dreadful woe, but the + next she came to herself very quiet, and took the horse and wagon, and + drove fourteen miles to the lawyer's, and signed a paper givin' her half + of the farm to her brother. They never had got along very well together, + but he didn't want to sign it, till she acted so distressed that he gave + in. Edward Todd's wife was a good woman, who felt very bad indeed, and + used every argument with Joanna; but Joanna took a poor old boat that had + been her father's and lo'ded in a few things, and off she put all alone, + with a good land breeze, right out to sea. Edward Todd ran down to the + beach, an' stood there cryin' like a boy to see her go, but she was out o' + hearin'. She never stepped foot on the mainland again long as she lived.” + </p> + <p> + “How large an island is it? How did she manage in winter?” I asked. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps thirty acres, rocks and all,” answered Mrs. Todd, taking up the + story gravely. “There can't be much of it that the salt spray don't fly + over in storms. No, 'tis a dreadful small place to make a world of; it has + a different look from any of the other islands, but there's a sheltered + cove on the south side, with mud-flats across one end of it at low water + where there's excellent clams, and the big shell-heap keeps some o' the + wind off a little house her father took the trouble to build when he was a + young man. They said there was an old house built o' logs there before + that, with a kind of natural cellar in the rock under it. He used to stay + out there days to a time, and anchor a little sloop he had, and dig clams + to fill it, and sail up to Portland. They said the dealers always gave him + an extra price, the clams were so noted. Joanna used to go out and stay + with him. They were always great companions, so she knew just what 'twas + out there. There was a few sheep that belonged to her brother an' her, but + she bargained for him to come and get them on the edge o' cold weather. + Yes, she desired him to come for the sheep; an' his wife thought perhaps + Joanna'd return, but he said no, an' lo'ded the bo't with warm things an' + what he thought she'd need through the winter. He come home with the sheep + an' left the other things by the house, but she never so much as looked + out o' the window. She done it for a penance. She must have wanted to see + Edward by that time.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Fosdick was fidgeting with eagerness to speak. + </p> + <p> + “Some thought the first cold snap would set her ashore, but she always + remained,” concluded Mrs. Todd soberly. + </p> + <p> + “Talk about the men not having any curiosity!” exclaimed Mrs. Fosdick + scornfully. “Why, the waters round Shell-heap Island were white with sails + all that fall. 'Twas never called no great of a fishin'-ground before. + Many of 'em made excuse to go ashore to get water at the spring; but at + last she spoke to a bo't-load, very dignified and calm, and said that + she'd like it better if they'd make a practice of getting water to Black + Island or somewheres else and leave her alone, except in case of accident + or trouble. But there was one man who had always set everything by her + from a boy. He'd have married her if the other hadn't come about an' + spoilt his chance, and he used to get close to the island, before light, + on his way out fishin', and throw a little bundle way up the green slope + front o' the house. His sister told me she happened to see, the first + time, what a pretty choice he made o' useful things that a woman would + feel lost without. He stood off fishin', and could see them in the grass + all day, though sometimes she'd come out and walk right by them. There was + other bo'ts near, out after mackerel. But early next morning his present + was gone. He didn't presume too much, but once he took her a nice firkin + o' things he got up to Portland, and when spring come he landed her a hen + and chickens in a nice little coop. There was a good many old friends had + Joanna on their minds.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Mrs. Todd, losing her sad reserve in the growing sympathy of + these reminiscences. “How everybody used to notice whether there was smoke + out of the chimney! The Black Island folks could see her with their + spy-glass, and if they'd ever missed getting some sign o' life they'd have + sent notice to her folks. But after the first year or two Joanna was more + and more forgotten as an every-day charge. Folks lived very simple in + those days, you know,” she continued, as Mrs. Fosdick's knitting was + taking much thought at the moment. “I expect there was always plenty of + driftwood thrown up, and a poor failin' patch of spruces covered all the + north side of the island, so she always had something to burn. She was + very fond of workin' in the garden ashore, and that first summer she began + to till the little field out there, and raised a nice parcel o' potatoes. + She could fish, o' course, and there was all her clams an' lobsters. You + can always live well in any wild place by the sea when you'd starve to + death up country, except 'twas berry time. Joanna had berries out there, + blackberries at least, and there was a few herbs in case she needed them. + Mullein in great quantities and a plant o' wormwood I remember seeing once + when I stayed there, long before she fled out to Shell-heap. Yes, I recall + the wormwood, which is always a planted herb, so there must have been + folks there before the Todds' day. A growin' bush makes the best + gravestone; I expect that wormwood always stood for somebody's solemn + monument. Catnip, too, is a very endurin' herb about an old place.” + </p> + <p> + “But what I want to know is what she did for other things,” interrupted + Mrs. Fosdick. “Almiry, what did she do for clothin' when she needed to + replenish, or risin' for her bread, or the piece-bag that no woman can + live long without?” + </p> + <p> + “Or company,” suggested Mrs. Todd. “Joanna was one that loved her friends. + There must have been a terrible sight o' long winter evenin's that first + year.” + </p> + <p> + “There was her hens,” suggested Mrs. Fosdick, after reviewing the + melancholy situation. “She never wanted the sheep after that first season. + There wa'n't no proper pasture for sheep after the June grass was past, + and she ascertained the fact and couldn't bear to see them suffer; but the + chickens done well. I remember sailin' by one spring afternoon, an' seein' + the coops out front o' the house in the sun. How long was it before you + went out with the minister? You were the first ones that ever really got + ashore to see Joanna.” + </p> + <p> + I had been reflecting upon a state of society which admitted such personal + freedom and a voluntary hermitage. There was something mediaeval in the + behavior of poor Joanna Todd under a disappointment of the heart. The two + women had drawn closer together, and were talking on, quite unconscious of + a listener. + </p> + <p> + “Poor Joanna!” said Mrs. Todd again, and sadly shook her head as if there + were things one could not speak about. + </p> + <p> + “I called her a great fool,” declared Mrs. Fosdick, with spirit, “but I + pitied her then, and I pity her far more now. Some other minister would + have been a great help to her,—one that preached self-forgetfulness + and doin' for others to cure our own ills; but Parson Dimmick was a vague + person, well meanin', but very numb in his feelin's. I don't suppose at + that troubled time Joanna could think of any way to mend her troubles + except to run off and hide.” + </p> + <p> + “Mother used to say she didn't see how Joanna lived without having nobody + to do for, getting her own meals and tending her own poor self day in an' + day out,” said Mrs. Todd sorrowfully. + </p> + <p> + “There was the hens,” repeated Mrs. Fosdick kindly. “I expect she soon + came to makin' folks o' them. No, I never went to work to blame Joanna, as + some did. She was full o' feeling, and her troubles hurt her more than she + could bear. I see it all now as I couldn't when I was young.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose in old times they had their shut-up convents for just such + folks,” said Mrs. Todd, as if she and her friend had disagreed about + Joanna once, and were now in happy harmony. She seemed to speak with new + openness and freedom. “Oh yes, I was only too pleased when the Reverend + Mr. Dimmick invited me to go out with him. He hadn't been very long in the + place when Joanna left home and friends. 'Twas one day that next summer + after she went, and I had been married early in the spring. He felt that + he ought to go out and visit her. She was a member of the church, and + might wish to have him consider her spiritual state. I wa'n't so sure o' + that, but I always liked Joanna, and I'd come to be her cousin by + marriage. Nathan an' I had conversed about goin' out to pay her a visit, + but he got his chance to sail sooner'n he expected. He always thought + everything of her, and last time he come home, knowing nothing of her + change, he brought her a beautiful coral pin from a port he'd touched at + somewheres up the Mediterranean. So I wrapped the little box in a nice + piece of paper and put it in my pocket, and picked her a bunch of fresh + lemon balm, and off we started.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Fosdick laughed. “I remember hearin' about your trials on the + v'y'ge,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “Why, yes,” continued Mrs. Todd in her company manner. “I picked her the + balm, an' we started. Why, yes, Susan, the minister liked to have cost me + my life that day. He would fasten the sheet, though I advised against it. + He said the rope was rough an' cut his hand. There was a fresh breeze, an' + he went on talking rather high flown, an' I felt some interested. All of a + sudden there come up a gust, and he gave a screech and stood right up and + called for help, 'way out there to sea. I knocked him right over into the + bottom o' the bo't, getting by to catch hold of the sheet an' untie it. He + wasn't but a little man; I helped him right up after the squall passed, + and made a handsome apology to him, but he did act kind o' offended.” + </p> + <p> + “I do think they ought not to settle them landlocked folks in parishes + where they're liable to be on the water,” insisted Mrs. Fosdick. “Think of + the families in our parish that was scattered all about the bay, and what + a sight o' sails you used to see, in Mr. Dimmick's day, standing across to + the mainland on a pleasant Sunday morning, filled with church-going folks, + all sure to want him some time or other! You couldn't find no doctor that + would stand up in the boat and screech if a flaw struck her.” + </p> + <p> + “Old Dr. Bennett had a beautiful sailboat, didn't he?” responded Mrs. + Todd. “And how well he used to brave the weather! Mother always said that + in time o' trouble that tall white sail used to look like an angel's wing + comin' over the sea to them that was in pain. Well, there's a difference + in gifts. Mr. Dimmick was not without light.” + </p> + <p> + “'Twas light o' the moon, then,” snapped Mrs. Fosdick; “he was pompous + enough, but I never could remember a single word he said. There, go on, + Mis' Todd; I forget a great deal about that day you went to see poor + Joanna.” + </p> + <p> + “I felt she saw us coming, and knew us a great way off; yes, I seemed to + feel it within me,” said our friend, laying down her knitting. “I kept my + seat, and took the bo't inshore without saying a word; there was a short + channel that I was sure Mr. Dimmick wasn't acquainted with, and the tide + was very low. She never came out to warn us off nor anything, and I + thought, as I hauled the bo't up on a wave and let the Reverend Mr. + Dimmick step out, that it was somethin' gained to be safe ashore. There + was a little smoke out o' the chimney o' Joanna's house, and it did look + sort of homelike and pleasant with wild mornin'-glory vines trained up; + an' there was a plot o' flowers under the front window, portulacas and + things. I believe she'd made a garden once, when she was stopping there + with her father, and some things must have seeded in. It looked as if she + might have gone over to the other side of the island. 'Twas neat and + pretty all about the house, and a lovely day in July. We walked up from + the beach together very sedate, and I felt for poor Nathan's little pin to + see if 'twas safe in my dress pocket. All of a sudden Joanna come right to + the fore door and stood there, not sayin' a word.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XIV. The Hermitage + </h2> + <p> + MY COMPANION and I had been so intent upon the subject of the conversation + that we had not heard any one open the gate, but at this moment, above the + noise of the rain, we heard a loud knocking. We were all startled as we + sat by the fire, and Mrs. Todd rose hastily and went to answer the call, + leaving her rocking-chair in violent motion. Mrs. Fosdick and I heard an + anxious voice at the door speaking of a sick child, and Mrs. Todd's kind, + motherly voice inviting the messenger in: then we waited in silence. There + was a sound of heavy dropping of rain from the eaves, and the distant roar + and undertone of the sea. My thoughts flew back to the lonely woman on her + outer island; what separation from humankind she must have felt, what + terror and sadness, even in a summer storm like this! + </p> + <p> + “You send right after the doctor if she ain't better in half an hour,” + said Mrs. Todd to her worried customer as they parted; and I felt a warm + sense of comfort in the evident resources of even so small a neighborhood, + but for the poor hermit Joanna there was no neighbor on a winter night. + </p> + <p> + “How did she look?” demanded Mrs. Fosdick, without preface, as our large + hostess returned to the little room with a mist about her from standing + long in the wet doorway, and the sudden draught of her coming beat out the + smoke and flame from the Franklin stove. “How did poor Joanna look?” + </p> + <p> + “She was the same as ever, except I thought she looked smaller,” answered + Mrs. Todd after thinking a moment; perhaps it was only a last considering + thought about her patient. “Yes, she was just the same, and looked very + nice, Joanna did. I had been married since she left home, an' she treated + me like her own folks. I expected she'd look strange, with her hair turned + gray in a night or somethin', but she wore a pretty gingham dress I'd + often seen her wear before she went away; she must have kept it nice for + best in the afternoons. She always had beautiful, quiet manners. I + remember she waited till we were close to her, and then kissed me real + affectionate, and inquired for Nathan before she shook hands with the + minister, and then she invited us both in. 'Twas the same little house her + father had built him when he was a bachelor, with one livin'-room, and a + little mite of a bedroom out of it where she slept, but 'twas neat as a + ship's cabin. There was some old chairs, an' a seat made of a long box + that might have held boat tackle an' things to lock up in his fishin' + days, and a good enough stove so anybody could cook and keep warm in cold + weather. I went over once from home and stayed 'most a week with Joanna + when we was girls, and those young happy days rose up before me. Her + father was busy all day fishin' or clammin'; he was one o' the pleasantest + men in the world, but Joanna's mother had the grim streak, and never knew + what 'twas to be happy. The first minute my eyes fell upon Joanna's face + that day I saw how she had grown to look like Mis' Todd. 'Twas the mother + right over again.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh dear me!” said Mrs. Fosdick. + </p> + <p> + “Joanna had done one thing very pretty. There was a little piece o' swamp + on the island where good rushes grew plenty, and she'd gathered 'em, and + braided some beautiful mats for the floor and a thick cushion for the long + bunk. She'd showed a good deal of invention; you see there was a nice + chance to pick up pieces o' wood and boards that drove ashore, and she'd + made good use o' what she found. There wasn't no clock, but she had a few + dishes on a shelf, and flowers set about in shells fixed to the walls, so + it did look sort of homelike, though so lonely and poor. I couldn't keep + the tears out o' my eyes, I felt so sad. I said to myself, I must get + mother to come over an' see Joanna; the love in mother's heart would warm + her, an' she might be able to advise.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh no, Joanna was dreadful stern,” said Mrs. Fosdick. + </p> + <p> + “We were all settin' down very proper, but Joanna would keep stealin' + glances at me as if she was glad I come. She had but little to say; she + was real polite an' gentle, and yet forbiddin'. The minister found it + hard,” confessed Mrs. Todd; “he got embarrassed, an' when he put on his + authority and asked her if she felt to enjoy religion in her present + situation, an' she replied that she must be excused from answerin', I + thought I should fly. She might have made it easier for him; after all, he + was the minister and had taken some trouble to come out, though 'twas kind + of cold an' unfeelin' the way he inquired. I thought he might have seen + the little old Bible a-layin' on the shelf close by him, an' I wished he + knew enough to just lay his hand on it an' read somethin' kind an' + fatherly 'stead of accusin' her, an' then given poor Joanna his blessin' + with the hope she might be led to comfort. He did offer prayer, but 'twas + all about hearin' the voice o' God out o' the whirlwind; and I thought + while he was goin' on that anybody that had spent the long cold winter all + alone out on Shell-heap Island knew a good deal more about those things + than he did. I got so provoked I opened my eyes and stared right at him. + </p> + <p> + “She didn't take no notice, she kep' a nice respectful manner towards him, + and when there come a pause she asked if he had any interest about the old + Indian remains, and took down some queer stone gouges and hammers off of + one of her shelves and showed them to him same's if he was a boy. He + remarked that he'd like to walk over an' see the shell-heap; so she went + right to the door and pointed him the way. I see then that she'd made her + some kind o' sandal-shoes out o' the fine rushes to wear on her feet; she + stepped light an' nice in 'em as shoes.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Fosdick leaned back in her rocking-chair and gave a heavy sigh. + </p> + <p> + “I didn't move at first, but I'd held out just as long as I could,” said + Mrs. Todd, whose voice trembled a little. “When Joanna returned from the + door, an' I could see that man's stupid back departin' among the wild rose + bushes, I just ran to her an' caught her in my arms. I wasn't so big as I + be now, and she was older than me, but I hugged her tight, just as if she + was a child. 'Oh, Joanna dear,' I says, 'won't you come ashore an' live + 'long o' me at the Landin', or go over to Green Island to mother's when + winter comes? Nobody shall trouble you an' mother finds it hard bein' + alone. I can't bear to leave you here'—and I burst right out crying. + I'd had my own trials, young as I was, an' she knew it. Oh, I did entreat + her; yes, I entreated Joanna.” + </p> + <p> + “What did she say then?” asked Mrs. Fosdick, much moved. + </p> + <p> + “She looked the same way, sad an' remote through it all,” said Mrs. Todd + mournfully. “She took hold of my hand, and we sat down close together; + 'twas as if she turned round an' made a child of me. 'I haven't got no + right to live with folks no more,' she said. 'You must never ask me again, + Almiry: I've done the only thing I could do, and I've made my choice. I + feel a great comfort in your kindness, but I don't deserve it. I have + committed the unpardonable sin; you don't understand,' says she humbly. 'I + was in great wrath and trouble, and my thoughts was so wicked towards God + that I can't expect ever to be forgiven. I have come to know what it is to + have patience, but I have lost my hope. You must tell those that ask how + 'tis with me,' she said, 'an' tell them I want to be alone.' I couldn't + speak; no, there wa'n't anything I could say, she seemed so above + everything common. I was a good deal younger then than I be now, and I got + Nathan's little coral pin out o' my pocket and put it into her hand; and + when she saw it and I told her where it come from, her face did really + light up for a minute, sort of bright an' pleasant. 'Nathan an' I was + always good friends; I'm glad he don't think hard of me,' says she. 'I + want you to have it, Almiry, an' wear it for love o' both o' us,' and she + handed it back to me. 'You give my love to Nathan,—he's a dear good + man,' she said; 'an' tell your mother, if I should be sick she mustn't + wish I could get well, but I want her to be the one to come.' Then she + seemed to have said all she wanted to, as if she was done with the world, + and we sat there a few minutes longer together. It was real sweet and + quiet except for a good many birds and the sea rollin' up on the beach; + but at last she rose, an' I did too, and she kissed me and held my hand in + hers a minute, as if to say good-by; then she turned and went right away + out o' the door and disappeared. + </p> + <p> + “The minister come back pretty soon, and I told him I was all ready, and + we started down to the bo't. He had picked up some round stones and things + and was carrying them in his pocket-handkerchief; an' he sat down + amidships without making any question, and let me take the rudder an' work + the bo't, an' made no remarks for some time, until we sort of eased it off + speaking of the weather, an' subjects that arose as we skirted Black + Island, where two or three families lived belongin' to the parish. He + preached next Sabbath as usual, somethin' high soundin' about the + creation, and I couldn't help thinkin' he might never get no further; he + seemed to know no remedies, but he had a great use of words.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Fosdick sighed again. “Hearin' you tell about Joanna brings the time + right back as if 'twas yesterday,” she said. “Yes, she was one o' them + poor things that talked about the great sin; we don't seem to hear nothing + about the unpardonable sin now, but you may say 'twas not uncommon then.” + </p> + <p> + “I expect that if it had been in these days, such a person would be + plagued to death with idle folks,” continued Mrs. Todd, after a long + pause. “As it was, nobody trespassed on her; all the folks about the bay + respected her an' her feelings; but as time wore on, after you left here, + one after another ventured to make occasion to put somethin' ashore for + her if they went that way. I know mother used to go to see her sometimes, + and send William over now and then with something fresh an' nice from the + farm. There is a point on the sheltered side where you can lay a boat + close to shore an' land anything safe on the turf out o' reach o' the + water. There were one or two others, old folks, that she would see, and + now an' then she'd hail a passin' boat an' ask for somethin'; and mother + got her to promise that she would make some sign to the Black Island folks + if she wanted help. I never saw her myself to speak to after that day.” + </p> + <p> + “I expect nowadays, if such a thing happened, she'd have gone out West to + her uncle's folks or up to Massachusetts and had a change, an' come home + good as new. The world's bigger an' freer than it used to be,” urged Mrs. + Fosdick. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said her friend. “'Tis like bad eyesight, the mind of such a person: + if your eyes don't see right there may be a remedy, but there's no kind of + glasses to remedy the mind. No, Joanna was Joanna, and there she lays on + her island where she lived and did her poor penance. She told mother the + day she was dyin' that she always used to want to be fetched inshore when + it come to the last; but she'd thought it over, and desired to be laid on + the island, if 'twas thought right. So the funeral was out there, a + Saturday afternoon in September. 'Twas a pretty day, and there wa'n't + hardly a boat on the coast within twenty miles that didn't head for + Shell-heap cram-full o' folks an' all real respectful, same's if she'd + always stayed ashore and held her friends. Some went out o' mere + curiosity, I don't doubt,—there's always such to every funeral; but + most had real feelin', and went purpose to show it. She'd got most o' the + wild sparrows as tame as could be, livin' out there so long among 'em, and + one flew right in and lit on the coffin an' begun to sing while Mr. + Dimmick was speakin'. He was put out by it, an' acted as if he didn't know + whether to stop or go on. I may have been prejudiced, but I wa'n't the + only one thought the poor little bird done the best of the two.” + </p> + <p> + “What became o' the man that treated her so, did you ever hear?” asked + Mrs. Fosdick. “I know he lived up to Massachusetts for a while. Somebody + who came from the same place told me that he was in trade there an' doin' + very well, but that was years ago.” + </p> + <p> + “I never heard anything more than that; he went to the war in one o' the + early regiments. No, I never heard any more of him,” answered Mrs. Todd. + “Joanna was another sort of person, and perhaps he showed good judgment in + marryin' somebody else, if only he'd behaved straight-forward and manly. + He was a shifty-eyed, coaxin' sort of man, that got what he wanted out o' + folks, an' only gave when he wanted to buy, made friends easy and lost 'em + without knowin' the difference. She'd had a piece o' work tryin' to make + him walk accordin' to her right ideas, but she'd have had too much variety + ever to fall into a melancholy. Some is meant to be the Joannas in this + world, an' 'twas her poor lot.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XV. On Shell-heap Island + </h2> + <p> + SOME TIME AFTER Mrs. Fosdick's visit was over and we had returned to our + former quietness, I was out sailing alone with Captain Bowden in his large + boat. We were taking the crooked northeasterly channel seaward, and were + well out from shore while it was still early in the afternoon. I found + myself presently among some unfamiliar islands, and suddenly remembered + the story of poor Joanna. There is something in the fact of a hermitage + that cannot fail to touch the imagination; the recluses are a sad kindred, + but they are never commonplace. Mrs. Todd had truly said that Joanna was + like one of the saints in the desert; the loneliness of sorrow will + forever keep alive their sad succession. + </p> + <p> + “Where is Shell-heap Island?” I asked eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “You see Shell-heap now, layin' 'way out beyond Black Island there,” + answered the captain, pointing with outstretched arm as he stood, and + holding the rudder with his knee. + </p> + <p> + “I should like very much to go there,” said I, and the captain, without + comment, changed his course a little more to the eastward and let the reef + out of his mainsail. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know's we can make an easy landin' for ye,” he remarked + doubtfully. “May get your feet wet; bad place to land. Trouble is I ought + to have brought a tag-boat; but they clutch on to the water so, an' I do + love to sail free. This gre't boat gets easy bothered with anything + trailin'. 'Tain't breakin' much on the meetin'-house ledges; guess I can + fetch in to Shell-heap.” + </p> + <p> + “How long is it since Miss Joanna Todd died?” I asked, partly by way of + explanation. + </p> + <p> + “Twenty-two years come September,” answered the captain, after reflection. + “She died the same year as my oldest boy was born, an' the town house was + burnt over to the Port. I didn't know but you merely wanted to hunt for + some o' them Indian relics. Long's you want to see where Joanna lived—No, + 'tain't breakin' over the ledges; we'll manage to fetch across the shoals + somehow, 'tis such a distance to go 'way round, and tide's a-risin',” he + ended hopefully, and we sailed steadily on, the captain speechless with + intent watching of a difficult course, until the small island with its low + whitish promontory lay in full view before us under the bright afternoon + sun. + </p> + <p> + The month was August, and I had seen the color of the islands change from + the fresh green of June to a sunburnt brown that made them look like + stone, except where the dark green of the spruces and fir balsam kept the + tint that even winter storms might deepen, but not fade. The few wind-bent + trees on Shell-heap Island were mostly dead and gray, but there were some + low-growing bushes, and a stripe of light green ran along just above the + shore, which I knew to be wild morning-glories. As we came close I could + see the high stone walls of a small square field, though there were no + sheep left to assail it; and below, there was a little harbor-like cove + where Captain Bowden was boldly running the great boat in to seek a + landing-place. There was a crooked channel of deep water which led close + up against the shore. + </p> + <p> + “There, you hold fast for'ard there, an' wait for her to lift on the wave. + You'll make a good landin' if you're smart; right on the port-hand side!” + the captain called excitedly; and I, standing ready with high ambition, + seized my chance and leaped over to the grassy bank. + </p> + <p> + “I'm beat if I ain't aground after all!” mourned the captain despondently. + </p> + <p> + But I could reach the bowsprit, and he pushed with the boat-hook, while + the wind veered round a little as if on purpose and helped with the sail; + so presently the boat was free and began to drift out from shore. + </p> + <p> + “Used to call this p'int Joanna's wharf privilege, but 't has worn away in + the weather since her time. I thought one or two bumps wouldn't hurt us + none,—paint's got to be renewed, anyway,—but I never thought + she'd tetch. I figured on shyin' by,” the captain apologized. “She's too + gre't a boat to handle well in here; but I used to sort of shy by in + Joanna's day, an' cast a little somethin' ashore—some apples or a + couple o' pears if I had 'em—on the grass, where she'd be sure to + see.” + </p> + <p> + I stood watching while Captain Bowden cleverly found his way back to + deeper water. “You needn't make no haste,” he called to me; “I'll keep + within call. Joanna lays right up there in the far corner o' the field. + There used to be a path led to the place. I always knew her well. I was + out here to the funeral.” + </p> + <p> + I found the path; it was touching to discover that this lonely spot was + not without its pilgrims. Later generations will know less and less of + Joanna herself, but there are paths trodden to the shrines of solitude the + world over,—the world cannot forget them, try as it may; the feet of + the young find them out because of curiosity and dim foreboding; while the + old bring hearts full of remembrance. This plain anchorite had been one of + those whom sorrow made too lonely to brave the sight of men, too timid to + front the simple world she knew, yet valiant enough to live alone with her + poor insistent human nature and the calms and passions of the sea and sky. + </p> + <p> + The birds were flying all about the field; they fluttered up out of the + grass at my feet as I walked along, so tame that I liked to think they + kept some happy tradition from summer to summer of the safety of nests and + good fellowship of mankind. Poor Joanna's house was gone except the stones + of its foundations, and there was little trace of her flower garden except + a single faded sprig of much-enduring French pinks, which a great bee and + a yellow butterfly were befriending together. I drank at the spring, and + thought that now and then some one would follow me from the busy, + hard-worked, and simple-thoughted countryside of the mainland, which lay + dim and dreamlike in the August haze, as Joanna must have watched it many + a day. There was the world, and here was she with eternity well begun. In + the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and + islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness; we are each the + uncompanioned hermit and recluse of an hour or a day; we understand our + fellows of the cell to whatever age of history they may belong. + </p> + <p> + But as I stood alone on the island, in the sea-breeze, suddenly there came + a sound of distant voices; gay voices and laughter from a pleasure-boat + that was going seaward full of boys and girls. I knew, as if she had told + me, that poor Joanna must have heard the like on many and many a summer + afternoon, and must have welcomed the good cheer in spite of hopelessness + and winter weather, and all the sorrow and disappointment in the world. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XVI. The Great Expedition + </h2> + <p> + MRS. TODD never by any chance gave warning over night of her great + projects and adventures by sea and land. She first came to an + understanding with the primal forces of nature, and never trusted to any + preliminary promise of good weather, but examined the day for herself in + its infancy. Then, if the stars were propitious, and the wind blew from a + quarter of good inheritance whence no surprises of sea-turns or southwest + sultriness might be feared, long before I was fairly awake I used to hear + a rustle and knocking like a great mouse in the walls, and an impatient + tread on the steep garret stairs that led to Mrs. Todd's chief place of + storage. She went and came as if she had already started on her expedition + with utmost haste and kept returning for something that was forgotten. + When I appeared in quest of my breakfast, she would be absent-minded and + sparing of speech, as if I had displeased her, and she was now, by main + force of principle, holding herself back from altercation and strife of + tongues. + </p> + <p> + These signs of a change became familiar to me in the course of time, and + Mrs. Todd hardly noticed some plain proofs of divination one August + morning when I said, without preface, that I had just seen the Beggs' best + chaise go by, and that we should have to take the grocery. Mrs. Todd was + alert in a moment. + </p> + <p> + “There! I might have known!” she exclaimed. “It's the 15th of August, when + he goes and gets his money. He heired an annuity from an uncle o' his on + his mother's side. I understood the uncle said none o' Sam Begg's wife's + folks should make free with it, so after Sam's gone it'll all be past an' + spent, like last summer. That's what Sam prospers on now, if you can call + it prosperin'. Yes, I might have known. 'Tis the 15th o' August with him, + an' he gener'ly stops to dinner with a cousin's widow on the way home. + Feb'uary n' August is the times. Takes him 'bout all day to go an' come.” + </p> + <p> + I heard this explanation with interest. The tone of Mrs. Todd's voice was + complaining at the last. + </p> + <p> + “I like the grocery just as well as the chaise,” I hastened to say, + referring to a long-bodied high wagon with a canopy-top, like an + attenuated four-posted bedstead on wheels, in which we sometimes + journeyed. “We can put things in behind—roots and flowers and + raspberries, or anything you are going after—much better than if we + had the chaise.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Todd looked stony and unwilling. “I counted upon the chaise,” she + said, turning her back to me, and roughly pushing back all the quiet + tumblers on the cupboard shelf as if they had been impertinent. “Yes, I + desired the chaise for once. I ain't goin' berryin' nor to fetch home no + more wilted vegetation this year. Season's about past, except for a poor + few o' late things,” she added in a milder tone. “I'm goin' up country. + No, I ain't intendin' to go berryin'. I've been plottin' for it the past + fortnight and hopin' for a good day.” + </p> + <p> + “Would you like to have me go too?” I asked frankly, but not without a + humble fear that I might have mistaken the purpose of this latest plan. + </p> + <p> + “Oh certain, dear!” answered my friend affectionately. “Oh no, I never + thought o' any one else for comp'ny, if it's convenient for you, long's + poor mother ain't come. I ain't nothin' like so handy with a conveyance as + I be with a good bo't. Comes o' my early bringing-up. I expect we've got + to make that great high wagon do. The tires want settin' and 'tis all + loose-jointed, so I can hear it shackle the other side o' the ridge. We'll + put the basket in front. I ain't goin' to have it bouncin' an' twirlin' + all the way. Why, I've been makin' some nice hearts and rounds to carry.” + </p> + <p> + These were signs of high festivity, and my interest deepened moment by + moment. + </p> + <p> + “I'll go down to the Beggs' and get the horse just as soon as I finish my + breakfast,” said I. “Then we can start whenever you are ready.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Todd looked cloudy again. “I don't know but you look nice enough to + go just as you be,” she suggested doubtfully. “No, you wouldn't want to + wear that pretty blue dress o' yourn 'way up country. 'Taint dusty now, + but it may be comin' home. No, I expect you'd rather not wear that and the + other hat.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes. I shouldn't think of wearing these clothes,” said I, with sudden + illumination. “Why, if we're going up country and are likely to see some + of your friends, I'll put on my blue dress, and you must wear your watch; + I am not going at all if you mean to wear the big hat.” + </p> + <p> + “Now you're behavin' pretty,” responded Mrs. Todd, with a gay toss of her + head and a cheerful smile, as she came across the room, bringing a + saucerful of wild raspberries, a pretty piece of salvage from supper-time. + “I was cast down when I see you come to breakfast. I didn't think 'twas + just what you'd select to wear to the reunion, where you're goin' to meet + everybody.” + </p> + <p> + “What reunion do you mean?” I asked, not without amazement. “Not the + Bowden Family's? I thought that was going to take place in September.” + </p> + <p> + “To-day's the day. They sent word the middle o' the week. I thought you + might have heard of it. Yes, they changed the day. I been thinkin' we'd + talk it over, but you never can tell beforehand how it's goin' to be, and + 'taint worth while to wear a day all out before it comes.” Mrs. Todd gave + no place to the pleasures of anticipation, but she spoke like the oracle + that she was. “I wish mother was here to go,” she continued sadly. “I did + look for her last night, and I couldn't keep back the tears when the dark + really fell and she wa'n't here, she does so enjoy a great occasion. If + William had a mite o' snap an' ambition, he'd take the lead at such a + time. Mother likes variety, and there ain't but a few nice opportunities + 'round here, an' them she has to miss 'less she contrives to get ashore to + me. I do re'lly hate to go to the reunion without mother, an' 'tis a + beautiful day; everybody'll be asking where she is. Once she'd have got + here anyway. Poor mother's beginnin' to feel her age.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, there's your mother now!” I exclaimed with joy, I was so glad to see + the dear old soul again. “I hear her voice at the gate.” But Mrs. Todd was + out of the door before me. + </p> + <p> + There, sure enough, stood Mrs. Blackett, who must have left Green Island + before daylight. She had climbed the steep road from the waterside so + eagerly that she was out of breath, and was standing by the garden fence + to rest. She held an old-fashioned brown wicker cap-basket in her hand, as + if visiting were a thing of every day, and looked up at us as pleased and + triumphant as a child. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, what a poor, plain garden! Hardly a flower in it except your bush o' + balm!” she said. “But you do keep your garden neat, Almiry. Are you both + well, an' goin' up country with me?” She came a step or two closer to meet + us, with quaint politeness and quite as delightful as if she were at home. + She dropped a quick little curtsey before Mrs. Todd. + </p> + <p> + “There, mother, what a girl you be! I am so pleased! I was just bewailin' + you,” said the daughter, with unwonted feeling. “I was just bewailin' you, + I was so disappointed, an' I kep' myself awake a good piece o' the night + scoldin' poor William. I watched for the boat till I was ready to shed + tears yisterday, and when 'twas comin' dark I kep' making errands out to + the gate an' down the road to see if you wa'n't in the doldrums somewhere + down the bay.” + </p> + <p> + “There was a head-wind, as you know,” said Mrs. Blackett, giving me the + cap-basket, and holding my hand affectionately as we walked up the + clean-swept path to the door. “I was partly ready to come, but dear + William said I should be all tired out and might get cold, havin' to beat + all the way in. So we give it up, and set down and spent the evenin' + together. It was a little rough and windy outside, and I guess 'twas + better judgment; we went to bed very early and made a good start just at + daylight. It's been a lovely mornin' on the water. William thought he'd + better fetch across beyond Bird Rocks, rowin' the greater part o' the way; + then we sailed from there right over to the landin', makin' only one tack. + William'll be in again for me to-morrow, so I can come back here an' rest + me over night, an' go to meetin' to-morrow, and have a nice, good visit.” + </p> + <p> + “She was just havin' her breakfast,” said Mrs. Todd, who had listened + eagerly to the long explanation without a word of disapproval, while her + face shone more and more with joy. “You just sit right down an' have a cup + of tea and rest you while we make our preparations. Oh, I am so gratified + to think you've come! Yes, she was just havin' her breakfast, and we were + speakin' of you. Where's William?” + </p> + <p> + “He went right back; said he expected some schooners in about noon after + bait, but he'll come an' have his dinner with us tomorrow, unless it + rains; then next day. I laid his best things out all ready,” explained + Mrs. Blackett, a little anxiously. “This wind will serve him nice all the + way home. Yes, I will take a cup of tea, dear,—a cup of tea is + always good; and then I'll rest a minute and be all ready to start.” + </p> + <p> + “I do feel condemned for havin' such hard thoughts o' William,” openly + confessed Mrs. Todd. She stood before us so large and serious that we both + laughed and could not find it in our hearts to convict so rueful a + culprit. “He shall have a good dinner to-morrow, if it can be got, and I + shall be real glad to see William,” the confession ended handsomely, while + Mrs. Blackett smiled approval and made haste to praise the tea. Then I + hurried away to make sure of the grocery wagon. Whatever might be the good + of the reunion, I was going to have the pleasure and delight of a day in + Mrs. Blackett's company, not to speak of Mrs. Todd's. + </p> + <p> + The early morning breeze was still blowing, and the warm, sunshiny air was + of some ethereal northern sort, with a cool freshness as it came over + new-fallen snow. The world was filled with a fragrance of fir-balsam and + the faintest flavor of seaweed from the ledges, bare and brown at low tide + in the little harbor. It was so still and so early that the village was + but half awake. I could hear no voices but those of the birds, small and + great,—the constant song sparrows, the clink of a yellow-hammer over + in the woods, and the far conversation of some deliberate crows. I saw + William Blackett's escaping sail already far from land, and Captain + Littlepage was sitting behind his closed window as I passed by, watching + for some one who never came. I tried to speak to him, but he did not see + me. There was a patient look on the old man's face, as if the world were a + great mistake and he had nobody with whom to speak his own language or + find companionship. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XVII. A Country Road + </h2> + <p> + WHATEVER DOUBTS and anxieties I may have had about the inconvenience of + the Begg's high wagon for a person of Mrs. Blackett's age and shortness, + they were happily overcome by the aid of a chair and her own valiant + spirit. Mrs. Todd bestowed great care upon seating us as if we were taking + passage by boat, but she finally pronounced that we were properly trimmed. + When we had gone only a little way up the hill she remembered that she had + left the house door wide open, though the large key was safe in her + pocket. I offered to run back, but my offer was met with lofty scorn, and + we lightly dismissed the matter from our minds, until two or three miles + further on we met the doctor, and Mrs. Todd asked him to stop and ask her + nearest neighbor to step over and close the door if the dust seemed to + blow in the afternoon. + </p> + <p> + “She'll be there in her kitchen; she'll hear you the minute you call; + 'twont give you no delay,” said Mrs. Todd to the doctor. “Yes, Mis' + Dennett's right there, with the windows all open. It isn't as if my fore + door opened right on the road, anyway.” At which proof of composure Mrs. + Blackett smiled wisely at me. + </p> + <p> + The doctor seemed delighted to see our guest; they were evidently the + warmest friends, and I saw a look of affectionate confidence in their + eyes. The good man left his carriage to speak to us, but as he took Mrs. + Blackett's hand he held it a moment, and, as if merely from force of + habit, felt her pulse as they talked; then to my delight he gave the firm + old wrist a commending pat. + </p> + <p> + “You're wearing well; good for another ten years at this rate,” he assured + her cheerfully, and she smiled back. “I like to keep a strict account of + my old stand-bys,” and he turned to me. “Don't you let Mrs. Todd overdo + to-day,—old folks like her are apt to be thoughtless;” and then we + all laughed, and, parting, went our ways gayly. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose he puts up with your rivalry the same as ever?” asked Mrs. + Blackett. “You and he are as friendly as ever, I see, Almiry,” and Almira + sagely nodded. + </p> + <p> + “He's got too many long routes now to stop to 'tend to all his door + patients,” she said, “especially them that takes pleasure in talkin' + themselves over. The doctor and me have got to be kind of partners; he's + gone a good deal, far an' wide. Looked tired, didn't he? I shall have to + advise with him an' get him off for a good rest. He'll take the big boat + from Rockland an' go off up to Boston an' mouse round among the other + doctors, one in two or three years, and come home fresh as a boy. I guess + they think consider'ble of him up there.” Mrs. Todd shook the reins and + reached determinedly for the whip, as if she were compelling public + opinion. + </p> + <p> + Whatever energy and spirit the white horse had to begin with were soon + exhausted by the steep hills and his discernment of a long expedition + ahead. We toiled slowly along. Mrs. Blackett and I sat together, and Mrs. + Todd sat alone in front with much majesty and the large basket of + provisions. Part of the way the road was shaded by thick woods, but we + also passed one farmhouse after another on the high uplands, which we all + three regarded with deep interest, the house itself and the barns and + garden-spots and poultry all having to suffer an inspection of the + shrewdest sort. This was a highway quite new to me; in fact, most of my + journeys with Mrs. Todd had been made afoot and between the roads, in open + pasturelands. My friends stopped several times for brief dooryard visits, + and made so many promises of stopping again on the way home that I began + to wonder how long the expedition would last. I had often noticed how + warmly Mrs. Todd was greeted by her friends, but it was hardly to be + compared with the feeling now shown toward Mrs. Blackett. A look of + delight came to the faces of those who recognized the plain, dear old + figure beside me; one revelation after another was made of the constant + interest and intercourse that had linked the far island and these + scattered farms into a golden chain of love and dependence. + </p> + <p> + “Now, we mustn't stop again if we can help it,” insisted Mrs. Todd at + last. “You'll get tired, mother, and you'll think the less o' reunions. We + can visit along here any day. There, if they ain't frying doughnuts in + this next house, too! These are new folks, you know, from over St. George + way; they took this old Talcot farm last year. 'Tis the best water on the + road, and the check-rein's come undone—yes, we'd best delay a little + and water the horse.” + </p> + <p> + We stopped, and seeing a party of pleasure-seekers in holiday attire, the + thin, anxious mistress of the farmhouse came out with wistful sympathy to + hear what news we might have to give. Mrs. Blackett first spied her at the + half-closed door, and asked with such cheerful directness if we were + trespassing that, after a few words, she went back to her kitchen and + reappeared with a plateful of doughnuts. + </p> + <p> + “Entertainment for man and beast,” announced Mrs. Todd with satisfaction. + “Why, we've perceived there was new doughnuts all along the road, but + you're the first that has treated us.” + </p> + <p> + Our new acquaintance flushed with pleasure, but said nothing. + </p> + <p> + “They're very nice; you've had good luck with 'em,” pronounced Mrs. Todd. + “Yes, we've observed there was doughnuts all the way along; if one house + is frying all the rest is; 'tis so with a great many things.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't suppose likely you're goin' up to the Bowden reunion?” asked the + hostess as the white horse lifted his head and we were saying good-by. + </p> + <p> + “Why, yes,” said Mrs. Blackett and Mrs. Todd and I, all together. + </p> + <p> + “I am connected with the family. Yes, I expect to be there this afternoon. + I've been lookin' forward to it,” she told us eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “We shall see you there. Come and sit with us if it's convenient,” said + dear Mrs. Blackett, and we drove away. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder who she was before she was married?” said Mrs. Todd, who was + usually unerring in matters of genealogy. “She must have been one of that + remote branch that lived down beyond Thomaston. We can find out this + afternoon. I expect that the families'll march together, or be sorted out + some way. I'm willing to own a relation that has such proper ideas of + doughnuts.” + </p> + <p> + “I seem to see the family looks,” said Mrs. Blackett. “I wish we'd asked + her name. She's a stranger, and I want to help make it pleasant for all + such.” + </p> + <p> + “She resembles Cousin Pa'lina Bowden about the forehead,” said Mrs. Todd + with decision. + </p> + <p> + We had just passed a piece of woodland that shaded the road, and come out + to some open fields beyond, when Mrs. Todd suddenly reined in the horse as + if somebody had stood on the roadside and stopped her. She even gave that + quick reassuring nod of her head which was usually made to answer for a + bow, but I discovered that she was looking eagerly at a tall ash-tree that + grew just inside the field fence. + </p> + <p> + “I thought 'twas goin' to do well,” she said complacently as we went on + again. “Last time I was up this way that tree was kind of drooping and + discouraged. Grown trees act that way sometimes, same's folks; then + they'll put right to it and strike their roots off into new ground and + start all over again with real good courage. Ash-trees is very likely to + have poor spells; they ain't got the resolution of other trees.” + </p> + <p> + I listened hopefully for more; it was this peculiar wisdom that made one + value Mrs. Todd's pleasant company. + </p> + <p> + “There's sometimes a good hearty tree growin' right out of the bare rock, + out o' some crack that just holds the roots;” she went on to say, “right + on the pitch o' one o' them bare stony hills where you can't seem to see a + wheel-barrowful o' good earth in a place, but that tree'll keep a green + top in the driest summer. You lay your ear down to the ground an' you'll + hear a little stream runnin'. Every such tree has got its own livin' + spring; there's folk made to match 'em.” + </p> + <p> + I could not help turning to look at Mrs. Blackett, close beside me. Her + hands were clasped placidly in their thin black woolen gloves, and she was + looking at the flowery wayside as we went slowly along, with a pleased, + expectant smile. I do not think she had heard a word about the trees. + </p> + <p> + “I just saw a nice plant o' elecampane growin' back there,” she said + presently to her daughter. + </p> + <p> + “I haven't got my mind on herbs to-day,” responded Mrs. Todd, in the most + matter-of-fact way. “I'm bent on seeing folks,” and she shook the reins + again. + </p> + <p> + I for one had no wish to hurry, it was so pleasant in the shady roads. The + woods stood close to the road on the right; on the left were narrow fields + and pastures where there were as many acres of spruces and pines as there + were acres of bay and juniper and huckleberry, with a little turf between. + When I thought we were in the heart of the inland country, we reached the + top of a hill, and suddenly there lay spread out before us a wonderful + great view of well-cleared fields that swept down to the wide water of a + bay. Beyond this were distant shores like another country in the midday + haze which half hid the hills beyond, and the faraway pale blue mountains + on the northern horizon. There was a schooner with all sails set coming + down the bay from a white village that was sprinkled on the shore, and + there were many sailboats flitting about it. It was a noble landscape, and + my eyes, which had grown used to the narrow inspection of a shaded + roadside, could hardly take it in. + </p> + <p> + “Why, it's the upper bay,” said Mrs. Todd. “You can see 'way over into the + town of Fessenden. Those farms 'way over there are all in Fessenden. + Mother used to have a sister that lived up that shore. If we started as + early's we could on a summer mornin', we couldn't get to her place from + Green Island till late afternoon, even with a fair, steady breeze, and you + had to strike the time just right so as to fetch up 'long o' the tide and + land near the flood. 'Twas ticklish business, an' we didn't visit back an' + forth as much as mother desired. You have to go 'way down the co'st to + Cold Spring Light an' round that long point,—up here's what they + call the Back Shore.” + </p> + <p> + “No, we were 'most always separated, my dear sister and me, after the + first year she was married,” said Mrs. Blackett. “We had our little + families an' plenty o' cares. We were always lookin' forward to the time + we could see each other more. Now and then she'd get out to the island for + a few days while her husband'd go fishin'; and once he stopped with her + an' two children, and made him some flakes right there and cured all his + fish for winter. We did have a beautiful time together, sister an' me; she + used to look back to it long's she lived. + </p> + <p> + “I do love to look over there where she used to live,” Mrs. Blackett went + on as we began to go down the hill. “It seems as if she must still be + there, though she's long been gone. She loved their farm,—she didn't + see how I got so used to our island; but somehow I was always happy from + the first.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it's very dull to me up among those slow farms,” declared Mrs. Todd. + “The snow troubles 'em in winter. They're all besieged by winter, as you + may say; 'tis far better by the shore than up among such places. I never + thought I should like to live up country.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, just see the carriages ahead of us on the next rise!” exclaimed Mrs. + Blackett. “There's going to be a great gathering, don't you believe there + is, Almiry? It hasn't seemed up to now as if anybody was going but us. An' + 'tis such a beautiful day, with yesterday cool and pleasant to work an' + get ready, I shouldn't wonder if everybody was there, even the slow ones + like Phebe Ann Brock.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Blackett's eyes were bright with excitement, and even Mrs. Todd + showed remarkable enthusiasm. She hurried the horse and caught up with the + holiday-makers ahead. “There's all the Dep'fords goin', six in the wagon,” + she told us joyfully; “an' Mis' Alva Tilley's folks are now risin' the + hill in their new carry-all.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Blackett pulled at the neat bow of her black bonnet-strings, and tied + them again with careful precision. “I believe your bonnet's on a little + bit sideways, dear,” she advised Mrs. Todd as if she were a child; but + Mrs. Todd was too much occupied to pay proper heed. We began to feel a new + sense of gayety and of taking part in the great occasion as we joined the + little train. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XVIII. The Bowden Reunion + </h2> + <p> + IT IS VERY RARE in country life, where high days and holidays are few, + that any occasion of general interest proves to be less than great. Such + is the hidden fire of enthusiasm in the New England nature that, once + given an outlet, it shines forth with almost volcanic light and heat. In + quiet neighborhoods such inward force does not waste itself upon those + petty excitements of every day that belong to cities, but when, at long + intervals, the altars to patriotism, to friendship, to the ties of + kindred, are reared in our familiar fields, then the fires glow, the + flames come up as if from the inexhaustible burning heart of the earth; + the primal fires break through the granite dust in which our souls are + set. Each heart is warm and every face shines with the ancient light. Such + a day as this has transfiguring powers, and easily makes friends of those + who have been cold-hearted, and gives to those who are dumb their chance + to speak, and lends some beauty to the plainest face. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I expect I shall meet friends today that I haven't seen in a long + while,” said Mrs. Blackett with deep satisfaction. “'Twill bring out a + good many of the old folks, 'tis such a lovely day. I'm always glad not to + have them disappointed.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess likely the best of 'em'll be there,” answered Mrs. Todd with + gentle humor, stealing a glance at me. “There's one thing certain: there's + nothing takes in this whole neighborhood like anything related to the + Bowdens. Yes, I do feel that when you call upon the Bowdens you may expect + most families to rise up between the Landing and the far end of the Back + Cove. Those that aren't kin by blood are kin by marriage.” + </p> + <p> + “There used to be an old story goin' about when I was a girl,” said Mrs. + Blackett, with much amusement. “There was a great many more Bowdens then + than there are now, and the folks was all setting in meeting a dreadful + hot Sunday afternoon, and a scatter-witted little bound girl came running + to the meetin'-house door all out o' breath from somewheres in the + neighborhood. 'Mis' Bowden, Mis' Bowden!' says she. 'Your baby's in a + fit!' They used to tell that the whole congregation was up on its feet in + a minute and right out into the aisles. All the Mis' Bowdens was setting + right out for home; the minister stood there in the pulpit tryin' to keep + sober, an' all at once he burst right out laughin'. He was a very nice + man, they said, and he said he'd better give 'em the benediction, and they + could hear the sermon next Sunday, so he kept it over. My mother was + there, and she thought certain 'twas me.” + </p> + <p> + “None of our family was ever subject to fits,” interrupted Mrs. Todd + severely. “No, we never had fits, none of us; and 'twas lucky we didn't + 'way out there to Green Island. Now these folks right in front; dear sakes + knows the bunches o' soothing catnip an' yarrow I've had to favor old Mis' + Evins with dryin'! You can see it right in their expressions, all them + Evins folks. There, just you look up to the crossroads, mother,” she + suddenly exclaimed. “See all the teams ahead of us. And, oh, look down on + the bay; yes, look down on the bay! See what a sight o' boats, all headin' + for the Bowden place cove!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, ain't it beautiful!” said Mrs. Blackett, with all the delight of a + girl. She stood up in the high wagon to see everything, and when she sat + down again she took fast hold of my hand. + </p> + <p> + “Hadn't you better urge the horse a little, Almiry?” she asked. “He's had + it easy as we came along, and he can rest when we get there. The others + are some little ways ahead, and I don't want to lose a minute.” + </p> + <p> + We watched the boats drop their sails one by one in the cove as we drove + along the high land. The old Bowden house stood, low-storied and + broad-roofed, in its green fields as if it were a motherly brown hen + waiting for the flock that came straying toward it from every direction. + The first Bowden settler had made his home there, and it was still the + Bowden farm; five generations of sailors and farmers and soldiers had been + its children. And presently Mrs. Blackett showed me the stone-walled + burying-ground that stood like a little fort on a knoll overlooking the + bay, but, as she said, there were plenty of scattered Bowdens who were not + laid there,—some lost at sea, and some out West, and some who died + in the war; most of the home graves were those of women. + </p> + <p> + We could see now that there were different footpaths from along shore and + across country. In all these there were straggling processions walking in + single file, like old illustrations of the Pilgrim's Progress. There was a + crowd about the house as if huge bees were swarming in the lilac bushes. + Beyond the fields and cove a higher point of land ran out into the bay, + covered with woods which must have kept away much of the northwest wind in + winter. Now there was a pleasant look of shade and shelter there for the + great family meeting. + </p> + <p> + We hurried on our way, beginning to feel as if we were very late, and it + was a great satisfaction at last to turn out of the stony highroad into a + green lane shaded with old apple-trees. Mrs. Todd encouraged the horse + until he fairly pranced with gayety as we drove round to the front of the + house on the soft turf. There was an instant cry of rejoicing, and two or + three persons ran toward us from the busy group. + </p> + <p> + “Why, dear Mis' Blackett!—here's Mis' Blackett!” I heard them say, + as if it were pleasure enough for one day to have a sight of her. Mrs. + Todd turned to me with a lovely look of triumph and self-forgetfulness. An + elderly man who wore the look of a prosperous sea-captain put up both arms + and lifted Mrs. Blackett down from the high wagon like a child, and kissed + her with hearty affection. “I was master afraid she wouldn't be here,” he + said, looking at Mrs. Todd with a face like a happy sunburnt schoolboy, + while everybody crowded round to give their welcome. + </p> + <p> + “Mother's always the queen,” said Mrs. Todd. “Yes, they'll all make + everything of mother; she'll have a lovely time to-day. I wouldn't have + had her miss it, and there won't be a thing she'll ever regret, except to + mourn because William wa'n't here.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Blackett having been properly escorted to the house, Mrs. Todd + received her own full share of honor, and some of the men, with a simple + kindness that was the soul of chivalry, waited upon us and our baskets and + led away the white horse. I already knew some of Mrs. Todd's friends and + kindred, and felt like an adopted Bowden in this happy moment. It seemed + to be enough for anyone to have arrived by the same conveyance as Mrs. + Blackett, who presently had her court inside the house, while Mrs. Todd, + large, hospitable, and preeminent, was the centre of a rapidly increasing + crowd about the lilac bushes. Small companies were continually coming up + the long green slope from the water, and nearly all the boats had come to + shore. I counted three or four that were baffled by the light breeze, but + before long all the Bowdens, small and great, seemed to have assembled, + and we started to go up to the grove across the field. + </p> + <p> + Out of the chattering crowd of noisy children, and large-waisted women + whose best black dresses fell straight to the ground in generous folds, + and sunburnt men who looked as serious as if it were town-meeting day, + there suddenly came silence and order. I saw the straight, soldierly + little figure of a man who bore a fine resemblance to Mrs. Blackett, and + who appeared to marshal us with perfect ease. He was imperative enough, + but with a grand military sort of courtesy, and bore himself with solemn + dignity of importance. We were sorted out according to some clear design + of his own, and stood as speechless as a troop to await his orders. Even + the children were ready to march together, a pretty flock, and at the last + moment Mrs. Blackett and a few distinguished companions, the ministers and + those who were very old, came out of the house together and took their + places. We ranked by fours, and even then we made a long procession. + </p> + <p> + There was a wide path mowed for us across the field, and, as we moved + along, the birds flew up out of the thick second crop of clover, and the + bees hummed as if it still were June. There was a flashing of white gulls + over the water where the fleet of boats rode the low waves together in the + cove, swaying their small masts as if they kept time to our steps. The + plash of the water could be heard faintly, yet still be heard; we might + have been a company of ancient Greeks going to celebrate a victory, or to + worship the god of harvests, in the grove above. It was strangely moving + to see this and to make part of it. The sky, the sea, have watched poor + humanity at its rites so long; we were no more a New England family + celebrating its own existence and simple progress; we carried the tokens + and inheritance of all such households from which this had descended, and + were only the latest of our line. We possessed the instincts of a far, + forgotten childhood; I found myself thinking that we ought to be carrying + green branches and singing as we went. So we came to the thick shaded + grove still silent, and were set in our places by the straight trees that + swayed together and let sunshine through here and there like a single + golden leaf that flickered down, vanishing in the cool shade. + </p> + <p> + The grove was so large that the great family looked far smaller than it + had in the open field; there was a thick growth of dark pines and firs + with an occasional maple or oak that gave a gleam of color like a bright + window in the great roof. On three sides we could see the water, shining + behind the tree-trunks, and feel the cool salt breeze that began to come + up with the tide just as the day reached its highest point of heat. We + could see the green sunlit field we had just crossed as if we looked out + at it from a dark room, and the old house and its lilacs standing placidly + in the sun, and the great barn with a stockade of carriages from which two + or three care-taking men who had lingered were coming across the field + together. Mrs. Todd had taken off her warm gloves and looked the picture + of content. + </p> + <p> + “There!” she exclaimed. “I've always meant to have you see this place, but + I never looked for such a beautiful opportunity—weather an' occasion + both made to match. Yes, it suits me: I don't ask no more. I want to know + if you saw mother walkin' at the head! It choked me right up to see mother + at the head, walkin' with the ministers,” and Mrs. Todd turned away to + hide the feelings she could not instantly control. + </p> + <p> + “Who was the marshal?” I hastened to ask. “Was he an old soldier?” + </p> + <p> + “Don't he do well?” answered Mrs. Todd with satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + “He don't often have such a chance to show off his gifts,” said Mrs. + Caplin, a friend from the Landing who had joined us. “That's Sant Bowden; + he always takes the lead, such days. Good for nothing else most o' his + time; trouble is, he”— + </p> + <p> + I turned with interest to hear the worst. Mrs. Caplin's tone was both + zealous and impressive. + </p> + <p> + “Stim'lates,” she explained scornfully. + </p> + <p> + “No, Santin never was in the war,” said Mrs. Todd with lofty indifference. + “It was a cause of real distress to him. He kep' enlistin', and traveled + far an' wide about here, an' even took the bo't and went to Boston to + volunteer; but he ain't a sound man, an' they wouldn't have him. They say + he knows all their tactics, an' can tell all about the battle o' Waterloo + well's he can Bunker Hill. I told him once the country'd lost a great + general, an' I meant it, too.” + </p> + <p> + “I expect you're near right,” said Mrs. Caplin, a little crestfallen and + apologetic. + </p> + <p> + “I be right,” insisted Mrs. Todd with much amiability. “'Twas most too bad + to cramp him down to his peaceful trade, but he's a most excellent + shoemaker at his best, an' he always says it's a trade that gives him time + to think an' plan his maneuvers. Over to the Port they always invite him + to march Decoration Day, same as the rest, an' he does look noble; he + comes of soldier stock.” + </p> + <p> + I had been noticing with great interest the curiously French type of face + which prevailed in this rustic company. I had said to myself before that + Mrs. Blackett was plainly of French descent, in both her appearance and + her charming gifts, but this is not surprising when one has learned how + large a proportion of the early settlers on this northern coast of New + England were of Huguenot blood, and that it is the Norman Englishman, not + the Saxon, who goes adventuring to a new world. + </p> + <p> + “They used to say in old times,” said Mrs. Todd modestly, “that our family + came of very high folks in France, and one of 'em was a great general in + some o' the old wars. I sometimes think that Santin's ability has come + 'way down from then. 'Tain't nothin' he's ever acquired; 'twas born in + him. I don't know's he ever saw a fine parade, or met with those that + studied up such things. He's figured it all out an' got his papers so he + knows how to aim a cannon right for William's fish-house five miles out on + Green Island, or up there on Burnt Island where the signal is. He had it + all over to me one day, an' I tried hard to appear interested. His life's + all in it, but he will have those poor gloomy spells come over him now an' + then, an' then he has to drink.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Caplin gave a heavy sigh. + </p> + <p> + “There's a great many such strayaway folks, just as there is plants,” + continued Mrs. Todd, who was nothing if not botanical. “I know of just one + sprig of laurel that grows over back here in a wild spot, an' I never + could hear of no other on this coast. I had a large bunch brought me once + from Massachusetts way, so I know it. This piece grows in an open spot + where you'd think 'twould do well, but it's sort o' poor-lookin'. I've + visited it time an' again, just to notice its poor blooms. 'Tis a real + Sant Bowden, out of its own place.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Caplin looked bewildered and blank. “Well, all I know is, last year + he worked out some kind of plan so's to parade the county conference in + platoons, and got 'em all flustered up tryin' to sense his ideas of a + holler square,” she burst forth. “They was holler enough anyway after + ridin' 'way down from up country into the salt air, and they'd been + treated to a sermon on faith an' works from old Fayther Harlow that never + knows when to cease. 'Twa'n't no time for tactics then,—they wa'n't + a'thinkin' of the church military. Sant, he couldn't do nothin' with 'em. + All he thinks of, when he sees a crowd, is how to march 'em. 'Tis all very + well when he don't 'tempt too much. He never did act like other folks.” + </p> + <p> + “Ain't I just been maintainin' that he ain't like 'em?” urged Mrs. Todd + decidedly. “Strange folks has got to have strange ways, for what I see.” + </p> + <p> + “Somebody observed once that you could pick out the likeness of 'most + every sort of a foreigner when you looked about you in our parish,” said + Sister Caplin, her face brightening with sudden illumination. “I didn't + see the bearin' of it then quite so plain. I always did think Mari' Harris + resembled a Chinee.” + </p> + <p> + “Mari' Harris was pretty as a child, I remember,” said the pleasant voice + of Mrs. Blackett, who, after receiving the affectionate greetings of + nearly the whole company, came to join us,—to see, as she insisted, + that we were out of mischief. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Mari' was one o' them pretty little lambs that make dreadful homely + old sheep,” replied Mrs. Todd with energy. “Cap'n Littlepage never'd look + so disconsolate if she was any sort of a proper person to direct things. + She might divert him; yes, she might divert the old gentleman, an' let him + think he had his own way, 'stead o' arguing everything down to the bare + bone. 'Twouldn't hurt her to sit down an' hear his great stories once in a + while.” + </p> + <p> + “The stories are very interesting,” I ventured to say. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, you always catch yourself a-thinkin' what if they all was true, and + he had the right of it,” answered Mrs. Todd. “He's a good sight better + company, though dreamy, than such sordid creatur's as Mari' Harris.” + </p> + <p> + “Live and let live,” said dear old Mrs. Blackett gently. “I haven't seen + the captain for a good while, now that I ain't so constant to meetin',” + she added wistfully. “We always have known each other.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, if it is a good pleasant day tomorrow, I'll get William to call an' + invite the capt'in to dinner. William'll be in early so's to pass up the + street without meetin' anybody.” + </p> + <p> + “There, they're callin' out it's time to set the tables,” said Mrs. + Caplin, with great excitement. + </p> + <p> + “Here's Cousin Sarah Jane Blackett! Well, I am pleased, certain!” + exclaimed Mrs. Todd, with unaffected delight; and these kindred spirits + met and parted with the promise of a good talk later on. After this there + was no more time for conversation until we were seated in order at the + long tables. + </p> + <p> + “I'm one that always dreads seeing some o' the folks that I don't like, at + such a time as this,” announced Mrs. Todd privately to me after a season + of reflection. We were just waiting for the feast to begin. “You wouldn't + think such a great creatur' 's I be could feel all over pins an' needles. + I remember, the day I promised to Nathan, how it come over me, just's I + was feelin' happy's I could, that I'd got to have an own cousin o' his for + my near relation all the rest o' my life, an' it seemed as if die I + should. Poor Nathan saw somethin' had crossed me,—he had very nice + feelings,—and when he asked what 'twas, I told him. 'I never could + like her myself,' said he. 'You sha'n't be bothered, dear,' he says; an' + 'twas one o' the things that made me set a good deal by Nathan, he did not + make a habit of always opposin', like some men. 'Yes,' says I, 'but think + o' Thanksgivin' times an' funerals; she's our relation, an' we've got to + own her.' Young folks don't think o' those things. There she goes now, do + let's pray her by!” said Mrs. Todd, with an alarming transition from + general opinions to particular animosities. “I hate her just the same as I + always did; but she's got on a real pretty dress. I do try to remember + that she's Nathan's cousin. Oh dear, well; she's gone by after all, an' + ain't seen me. I expected she'd come pleasantin' round just to show off + an' say afterwards she was acquainted.” + </p> + <p> + This was so different from Mrs. Todd's usual largeness of mind that I had + a moment's uneasiness; but the cloud passed quickly over her spirit, and + was gone with the offender. + </p> + <p> + There never was a more generous out-of-door feast along the coast then the + Bowden family set forth that day. To call it a picnic would make it seem + trivial. The great tables were edged with pretty oak-leaf trimming, which + the boys and girls made. We brought flowers from the fence-thickets of the + great field; and out of the disorder of flowers and provisions suddenly + appeared as orderly a scheme for the feast as the marshal had shaped for + the procession. I began to respect the Bowdens for their inheritance of + good taste and skill and a certain pleasing gift of formality. Something + made them do all these things in a finer way than most country people + would have done them. As I looked up and down the tables there was a good + cheer, a grave soberness that shone with pleasure, a humble dignity of + bearing. There were some who should have sat below the salt for lack of + this good breeding; but they were not many. So, I said to myself, their + ancestors may have sat in the great hall of some old French house in the + Middle Ages, when battles and sieges and processions and feasts were + familiar things. The ministers and Mrs. Blackett, with a few of their rank + and age, were put in places of honor, and for once that I looked any other + way I looked twice at Mrs. Blackett's face, serene and mindful of + privilege and responsibility, the mistress by simple fitness of this great + day. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Todd looked up at the roof of green trees, and then carefully + surveyed the company. “I see 'em better now they're all settin' down,” she + said with satisfaction. “There's old Mr. Gilbraith and his sister. I wish + they were sittin' with us; they're not among folks they can parley with, + an' they look disappointed.” + </p> + <p> + As the feast went on, the spirits of my companion steadily rose. The + excitement of an unexpectedly great occasion was a subtle stimulant to her + disposition, and I could see that sometimes when Mrs. Todd had seemed + limited and heavily domestic, she had simply grown sluggish for lack of + proper surroundings. She was not so much reminiscent now as expectant, and + as alert and gay as a girl. We who were her neighbors were full of gayety, + which was but the reflected light from her beaming countenance. It was not + the first time that I was full of wonder at the waste of human ability in + this world, as a botanist wonders at the wastefulness of nature, the + thousand seeds that die, the unused provision of every sort. The reserve + force of society grows more and more amazing to one's thought. More than + one face among the Bowdens showed that only opportunity and stimulus were + lacking,—a narrow set of circumstances had caged a fine able + character and held it captive. One sees exactly the same types in a + country gathering as in the most brilliant city company. You are safe to + be understood if the spirit of your speech is the same for one neighbor as + for the other. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XIX. The Feast's End + </h2> + <p> + THE FEAST was a noble feast, as has already been said. There was an + elegant ingenuity displayed in the form of pies which delighted my heart. + Once acknowledge that an American pie is far to be preferred to its humble + ancestor, the English tart, and it is joyful to be reassured at a Bowden + reunion that invention has not yet failed. Beside a delightful variety of + material, the decorations went beyond all my former experience; dates and + names were wrought in lines of pastry and frosting on the tops. There was + even more elaborate reading matter on an excellent early-apple pie which + we began to share and eat, precept upon precept. Mrs. Todd helped me + generously to the whole word BOWDEN, and consumed REUNION herself, save an + undecipherable fragment; but the most renowned essay in cookery on the + tables was a model of the old Bowden house made of durable gingerbread, + with all the windows and doors in the right places, and sprigs of genuine + lilac set at the front. It must have been baked in sections, in one of the + last of the great brick ovens, and fastened together on the morning of the + day. There was a general sigh when this fell into ruin at the feast's end, + and it was shared by a great part of the assembly, not without + seriousness, and as if it were a pledge and token of loyalty. I met the + maker of the gingerbread house, which had called up lively remembrances of + a childish story. She had the gleaming eye of an enthusiast and a look of + high ideals. + </p> + <p> + “I could just as well have made it all of frosted cake,” she said, “but + 'twouldn't have been the right shade; the old house, as you observe, was + never painted, and I concluded that plain gingerbread would represent it + best. It wasn't all I expected it would be,” she said sadly, as many an + artist had said before her of his work. + </p> + <p> + There were speeches by the ministers; and there proved to be a historian + among the Bowdens, who gave some fine anecdotes of the family history; and + then appeared a poetess, whom Mrs. Todd regarded with wistful compassion + and indulgence, and when the long faded garland of verses came to an + appealing end, she turned to me with words of praise. + </p> + <p> + “Sounded pretty,” said the generous listener. “Yes, I thought she did very + well. We went to school together, an' Mary Anna had a very hard time; + trouble was, her mother thought she'd given birth to a genius, an' Mary + Anna's come to believe it herself. There, I don't know what we should have + done without her; there ain't nobody else that can write poetry between + here and 'way up towards Rockland; it adds a great deal at such a time. + When she speaks o' those that are gone, she feels it all, and so does + everybody else, but she harps too much. I'd laid half of that away for + next time, if I was Mary Anna. There comes mother to speak to her, an' old + Mr. Gilbreath's sister; now she'll be heartened right up. Mother'll say + just the right thing.” + </p> + <p> + The leave-takings were as affecting as the meetings of these old friends + had been. There were enough young persons at the reunion, but it is the + old who really value such opportunities; as for the young, it is the habit + of every day to meet their comrades,—the time of separation has not + come. To see the joy with which these elder kinsfolk and acquaintances had + looked in one another's faces, and the lingering touch of their friendly + hands; to see these affectionate meetings and then the reluctant partings, + gave one a new idea of the isolation in which it was possible to live in + that after all thinly settled region. They did not expect to see one + another again very soon; the steady, hard work on the farms, the + difficulty of getting from place to place, especially in winter when boats + were laid up, gave double value to any occasion which could bring a large + number of families together. Even funerals in this country of the pointed + firs were not without their social advantages and satisfactions. I heard + the words “next summer” repeated many times, though summer was still ours + and all the leaves were green. + </p> + <p> + The boats began to put out from shore, and the wagons to drive away. Mrs. + Blackett took me into the old house when we came back from the grove: it + was her father's birthplace and early home, and she had spent much of her + own childhood there with her grandmother. She spoke of those days as if + they had but lately passed; in fact, I could imagine that the house looked + almost exactly the same to her. I could see the brown rafters of the + unfinished roof as I looked up the steep staircase, though the best room + was as handsome with its good wainscoting and touch of ornament on the + cornice as any old room of its day in a town. + </p> + <p> + Some of the guests who came from a distance were still sitting in the best + room when we went in to take leave of the master and mistress of the + house. We all said eagerly what a pleasant day it had been, and how + swiftly the time had passed. Perhaps it is the great national + anniversaries which our country has lately kept, and the soldiers' + meetings that take place everywhere, which have made reunions of every + sort the fashion. This one, at least, had been very interesting. I fancied + that old feuds had been overlooked, and the old saying that blood is + thicker than water had again proved itself true, though from the variety + of names one argued a certain adulteration of the Bowden traits and + belongings. Clannishness is an instinct of the heart,—it is more + than a birthright, or a custom; and lesser rights were forgotten in the + claim to a common inheritance. + </p> + <p> + We were among the very last to return to our proper lives and lodgings. I + came near to feeling like a true Bowden, and parted from certain new + friends as if they were old friends; we were rich with the treasure of a + new remembrance. + </p> + <p> + At last we were in the high wagon again; the old white horse had been well + fed in the Bowden barn, and we drove away and soon began to climb the long + hill toward the wooded ridge. The road was new to me, as roads always are, + going back. Most of our companions had been full of anxious thoughts of + home,—of the cows, or of young children likely to fall into + disaster,—but we had no reasons for haste, and drove slowly along, + talking and resting by the way. Mrs. Todd said once that she really hoped + her front door had been shut on account of the dust blowing in, but added + that nothing made any weight on her mind except not to forget to turn a + few late mullein leaves that were drying on a newspaper in the little + loft. Mrs. Blackett and I gave our word of honor that we would remind her + of this heavy responsibility. The way seemed short, we had so much to talk + about. We climbed hills where we could see the great bay and the islands, + and then went down into shady valleys where the air began to feel like + evening, cool and camp with a fragrance of wet ferns. Mrs. Todd alighted + once or twice, refusing all assistance in securing some boughs of a rare + shrub which she valued for its bark, though she proved incommunicative as + to her reasons. We passed the house where we had been so kindly + entertained with doughnuts earlier in the day, and found it closed and + deserted, which was a disappointment. + </p> + <p> + “They must have stopped to tea somewheres and thought they'd finish up the + day,” said Mrs. Todd. “Those that enjoyed it best'll want to get right + home so's to think it over.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't see the woman there after all, did you?” asked Mrs. Blackett as + the horse stopped to drink at the trough. + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes, I spoke with her,” answered Mrs. Todd, with but scant interest or + approval. “She ain't a member o' our family.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought you said she resembled Cousin Pa'lina Bowden about the + forehead,” suggested Mrs. Blackett. + </p> + <p> + “Well, she don't,” answered Mrs. Todd impatiently. “I ain't one that's + ord'narily mistaken about family likenesses, and she didn't seem to meet + with friends, so I went square up to her. 'I expect you're a Bowden by + your looks,' says I. 'Yes, I can take it you're one o' the Bowdens.' + 'Lor', no,' says she. 'Dennett was my maiden name, but I married a Bowden + for my first husband. I thought I'd come an' just see what was a-goin' + on!” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Blackett laughed heartily. “I'm goin' to remember to tell William o' + that,” she said. “There, Almiry, the only thing that's troubled me all + this day is to think how William would have enjoyed it. I do so wish + William had been there.” + </p> + <p> + “I sort of wish he had, myself,” said Mrs. Todd frankly. + </p> + <p> + “There wa'n't many old folks there, somehow,” said Mrs. Blackett, with a + touch of sadness in her voice. “There ain't so many to come as there used + to be, I'm aware, but I expected to see more.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought they turned out pretty well, when you come to think of it; why, + everybody was sayin' so an' feelin' gratified,” answered Mrs. Todd hastily + with pleasing unconsciousness; then I saw the quick color flash into her + cheek, and presently she made some excuse to turn and steal an anxious + look at her mother. Mrs. Blackett was smiling and thinking about her happy + day, though she began to look a little tired. Neither of my companions was + troubled by her burden of years. I hoped in my heart that I might be like + them as I lived on into age, and then smiled to think that I too was no + longer very young. So we always keep the same hearts, though our outer + framework fails and shows the touch of time. + </p> + <p> + “'Twas pretty when they sang the hymn, wasn't it?” asked Mrs. Blackett at + suppertime, with real enthusiasm. “There was such a plenty o' men's + voices; where I sat it did sound beautiful. I had to stop and listen when + they came to the last verse.” + </p> + <p> + I saw that Mrs. Todd's broad shoulders began to shake. “There was good + singers there; yes, there was excellent singers,” she agreed heartily, + putting down her teacup, “but I chanced to drift alongside Mis' Peter + Bowden o' Great Bay, an' I couldn't help thinkin' if she was as far out o' + town as she was out o' tune, she wouldn't get back in a day.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0020" id="link2H_4_0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XX. Along Shore + </h2> + <p> + ONE DAY as I went along the shore beyond the old wharves and the newer, + high-stepped fabric of the steamer landing, I saw that all the boats were + beached, and the slack water period of the early afternoon prevailed. + Nothing was going on, not even the most leisurely of occupations, like + baiting trawls or mending nets, or repairing lobster pots; the very boats + seemed to be taking an afternoon nap in the sun. I could hardly discover a + distant sail as I looked seaward, except a weather-beaten lobster smack, + which seemed to have been taken for a plaything by the light airs that + blew about the bay. It drifted and turned about so aimlessly in the wide + reach off Burnt Island, that I suspected there was nobody at the wheel, or + that she might have parted her rusty anchor chain while all the crew were + asleep. + </p> + <p> + I watched her for a minute or two; she was the old Miranda, owned by some + of the Caplins, and I knew her by an odd shaped patch of newish duck that + was set into the peak of her dingy mainsail. Her vagaries offered such an + exciting subject for conversation that my heart rejoiced at the sound of a + hoarse voice behind me. At that moment, before I had time to answer, I saw + something large and shapeless flung from the Miranda's deck that splashed + the water high against her black side, and my companion gave a satisfied + chuckle. The old lobster smack's sail caught the breeze again at this + moment, and she moved off down the bay. Turning, I found old Elijah + Tilley, who had come softly out of his dark fish-house, as if it were a + burrow. + </p> + <p> + “Boy got kind o' drowsy steerin' of her; Monroe he hove him right + overboard; 'wake now fast enough,” explained Mr. Tilley, and we laughed + together. + </p> + <p> + I was delighted, for my part, that the vicissitudes and dangers of the + Miranda, in a rocky channel, should have given me this opportunity to make + acquaintance with an old fisherman to whom I had never spoken. At first he + had seemed to be one of those evasive and uncomfortable persons who are so + suspicious of you that they make you almost suspicious of yourself. Mr. + Elijah Tilley appeared to regard a stranger with scornful indifference. + You might see him standing on the pebble beach or in a fish-house doorway, + but when you came nearer he was gone. He was one of the small company of + elderly, gaunt-shaped great fisherman whom I used to like to see leading + up a deep-laden boat by the head, as if it were a horse, from the water's + edge to the steep slope of the pebble beach. There were four of these + large old men at the Landing, who were the survivors of an earlier and + more vigorous generation. There was an alliance and understanding between + them, so close that it was apparently speechless. They gave much time to + watching one another's boats go out or come in; they lent a ready hand at + tending one another's lobster traps in rough weather; they helped to clean + the fish or to sliver porgies for the trawls, as if they were in close + partnership; and when a boat came in from deep-sea fishing they were never + too far out of the way, and hastened to help carry it ashore, two by two, + splashing alongside, or holding its steady head, as if it were a willful + sea colt. As a matter of fact no boat could help being steady and way-wise + under their instant direction and companionship. Abel's boat and Jonathan + Bowden's boat were as distinct and experienced personalities as the men + themselves, and as inexpressive. Arguments and opinions were unknown to + the conversation of these ancient friends; you would as soon have expected + to hear small talk in a company of elephants as to hear old Mr. Bowden or + Elijah Tilley and their two mates waste breath upon any form of trivial + gossip. They made brief statements to one another from time to time. As + you came to know them you wondered more and more that they should talk at + all. Speech seemed to be a light and elegant accomplishment, and their + unexpected acquaintance with its arts made them of new value to the + listener. You felt almost as if a landmark pine should suddenly address + you in regard to the weather, or a lofty-minded old camel make a remark as + you stood respectfully near him under the circus tent. + </p> + <p> + I often wondered a great deal about the inner life and thought of these + self-contained old fishermen; their minds seemed to be fixed upon nature + and the elements rather than upon any contrivances of man, like politics + or theology. My friend, Captain Bowden, who was the nephew of the eldest + of this group, regarded them with deference; but he did not belong to + their secret companionship, though he was neither young nor talkative. + </p> + <p> + “They've gone together ever since they were boys, they know most + everything about the sea amon'st them,” he told me once. “They was always + just as you see 'em now since the memory of man.” + </p> + <p> + These ancient seafarers had houses and lands not outwardly different from + other Dunnet Landing dwellings, and two of them were fathers of families, + but their true dwelling places were the sea, and the stony beach that + edged its familiar shore, and the fish-houses, where much salt brine from + the mackerel kits had soaked the very timbers into a state of brown + permanence and petrifaction. It had also affected the old fishermen's hard + complexions, until one fancied that when Death claimed them it could only + be with the aid, not of any slender modern dart, but the good serviceable + harpoon of a seventeenth century woodcut. + </p> + <p> + Elijah Tilley was such an evasive, discouraged-looking person, + heavy-headed, and stooping so that one could never look him in the face, + that even after his friendly exclamation about Monroe Pennell, the lobster + smack's skipper, and the sleepy boy, I did not venture at once to speak + again. Mr. Tilley was carrying a small haddock in one hand, and presently + shifted it to the other hand lest it might touch my skirt. I knew that my + company was accepted, and we walked together a little way. + </p> + <p> + “You mean to have a good supper,” I ventured to say, by way of + friendliness. + </p> + <p> + “Goin' to have this 'ere haddock an' some o' my good baked potatoes; must + eat to live,” responded my companion with great pleasantness and open + approval. I found that I had suddenly left the forbidding coast and come + into the smooth little harbor of friendship. + </p> + <p> + “You ain't never been up to my place,” said the old man. “Folks don't come + now as they used to; no, 'tain't no use to ask folks now. My poor dear she + was a great hand to draw young company.” + </p> + <p> + I remembered that Mrs. Todd had once said that this old fisherman had been + sore stricken and unconsoled at the death of his wife. + </p> + <p> + “I should like very much to come,” said I. “Perhaps you are going to be at + home later on?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Tilley agreed, by a sober nod, and went his way bent-shouldered and + with a rolling gait. There was a new patch high on the shoulder of his old + waistcoat, which corresponded to the renewing of the Miranda's mainsail + down the bay, and I wondered if his own fingers, clumsy with much deep-sea + fishing, had set it in. + </p> + <p> + “Was there a good catch to-day?” I asked, stopping a moment. “I didn't + happen to be on the shore when the boats came in.” + </p> + <p> + “No; all come in pretty light,” answered Mr. Tilley. “Addicks an' Bowden + they done the best; Abel an' me we had but a slim fare. We went out 'arly, + but not so 'arly as sometimes; looked like a poor mornin'. I got nine + haddick, all small, and seven fish; the rest on 'em got more fish than + haddick. Well, I don't expect they feel like bitin' every day; we l'arn to + humor 'em a little, an' let 'em have their way 'bout it. These plaguey + dog-fish kind of worry 'em.” Mr. Tilley pronounced the last sentence with + much sympathy, as if he looked upon himself as a true friend of all the + haddock and codfish that lived on the fishing grounds, and so we parted. + </p> + <p> + Later in the afternoon I went along the beach again until I came to the + foot of Mr. Tilley's land, and found his rough track across the + cobblestones and rocks to the field edge, where there was a heavy piece of + old wreck timber, like a ship's bone, full of tree-nails. From this a + little footpath, narrow with one man's treading, led up across the small + green field that made Mr. Tilley's whole estate, except a straggling + pasture that tilted on edge up the steep hillside beyond the house and + road. I could hear the tinkle-tankle of a cow-bell somewhere among the + spruces by which the pasture was being walked over and forested from every + side; it was likely to be called the wood lot before long, but the field + was unmolested. I could not see a bush or a brier anywhere within its + walls, and hardly a stray pebble showed itself. This was most surprising + in that country of firm ledges, and scattered stones which all the walls + that industry could devise had hardly begun to clear away off the land. In + the narrow field I noticed some stout stakes, apparently planted at random + in the grass and among the hills of potatoes, but carefully painted yellow + and white to match the house, a neat sharp-edged little dwelling, which + looked strangely modern for its owner. I should have much sooner believed + that the smart young wholesale egg merchant of the Landing was its + occupant than Mr. Tilley, since a man's house is really but his larger + body, and expresses in a way his nature and character. + </p> + <p> + I went up the field, following the smooth little path to the side door. As + for using the front door, that was a matter of great ceremony; the long + grass grew close against the high stone step, and a snowberry bush leaned + over it, top-heavy with the weight of a morning-glory vine that had + managed to take what the fishermen might call a half hitch about the + door-knob. Elijah Tilley came to the side door to receive me; he was + knitting a blue yarn stocking without looking on, and was warmly dressed + for the season in a thick blue flannel shirt with white crockery buttons, + a faded waistcoat and trousers heavily patched at the knees. These were + not his fishing clothes. There was something delightful in the grasp of + his hand, warm and clean, as if it never touched anything but the + comfortable woolen yarn, instead of cold sea water and slippery fish. + </p> + <p> + “What are the painted stakes for, down in the field?” I hastened to ask, + and he came out a step or two along the path to see; and looked at the + stakes as if his attention were called to them for the first time. + </p> + <p> + “Folks laughed at me when I first bought this place an' come here to + live,” he explained. “They said 'twa'n't no kind of a field privilege at + all; no place to raise anything, all full o' stones. I was aware 'twas + good land, an' I worked some on it—odd times when I didn't have + nothin' else on hand—till I cleared them loose stones all out. You + never see a prettier piece than 'tis now; now did ye? Well, as for them + painted marks, them's my buoys. I struck on to some heavy rocks that + didn't show none, but a plow'd be liable to ground on 'em, an' so I + ketched holt an' buoyed 'em same's you see. They don't trouble me no + more'n if they wa'n't there.” + </p> + <p> + “You haven't been to sea for nothing,” I said laughing. + </p> + <p> + “One trade helps another,” said Elijah with an amiable smile. “Come right + in an' set down. Come in an' rest ye,” he exclaimed, and led the way into + his comfortable kitchen. The sunshine poured in at the two further + windows, and a cat was curled up sound asleep on the table that stood + between them. There was a new-looking light oilcloth of a tiled pattern on + the floor, and a crockery teapot, large for a household of only one + person, stood on the bright stove. I ventured to say that somebody must be + a very good housekeeper. + </p> + <p> + “That's me,” acknowledged the old fisherman with frankness. “There ain't + nobody here but me. I try to keep things looking right, same's poor dear + left 'em. You set down here in this chair, then you can look off an' see + the water. None on 'em thought I was goin' to get along alone, no way, but + I wa'n't goin' to have my house turned upsi' down an' all changed about; + no, not to please nobody. I was the only one knew just how she liked to + have things set, poor dear, an' I said I was goin' to make shift, and I + have made shift. I'd rather tough it out alone.” And he sighed heavily, as + if to sigh were his familiar consolation. + </p> + <p> + We were both silent for a minute; the old man looked out the window, as if + he had forgotten I was there. + </p> + <p> + “You must miss her very much?” I said at last. + </p> + <p> + “I do miss her,” he answered, and sighed again. “Folks all kep' repeatin' + that time would ease me, but I can't find it does. No, I miss her just the + same every day.” + </p> + <p> + “How long is it since she died?” I asked. + </p> + <p> + “Eight year now, come the first of October. It don't seem near so long. + I've got a sister that comes and stops 'long o' me a little spell, spring + an' fall, an' odd times if I send after her. I ain't near so good a hand + to sew as I be to knit, and she's very quick to set everything to rights. + She's a married woman with a family; her son's folks lives at home, an' I + can't make no great claim on her time. But it makes me a kind o' good + excuse, when I do send, to help her a little; she ain't none too well off. + Poor dear always liked her, and we used to contrive our ways together. + 'Tis full as easy to be alone. I set here an' think it all over, an' think + considerable when the weather's bad to go outside. I get so some days it + feels as if poor dear might step right back into this kitchen. I keep + a-watchin' them doors as if she might step in to ary one. Yes, ma'am, I + keep a-lookin' off an' droppin' o' my stitches; that's just how it seems. + I can't git over losin' of her no way nor no how. Yes, ma'am, that's just + how it seems to me.” + </p> + <p> + I did not say anything, and he did not look up. + </p> + <p> + “I git feelin' so sometimes I have to lay everything by an' go out door. + She was a sweet pretty creatur' long's she lived,” the old man added + mournfully. “There's that little rockin' chair o' her'n, I set an' notice + it an' think how strange 'tis a creatur' like her should be gone an' that + chair be here right in its old place.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I had known her; Mrs. Todd told me about your wife one day,” I + said. + </p> + <p> + “You'd have liked to come and see her; all the folks did,” said poor + Elijah. “She'd been so pleased to hear everything and see somebody new + that took such an int'rest. She had a kind o' gift to make it pleasant for + folks. I guess likely Almiry Todd told you she was a pretty woman, + especially in her young days; late years, too, she kep' her looks and come + to be so pleasant lookin'. There, 'tain't so much matter, I shall be done + afore a great while. No; I sha'n't trouble the fish a great sight more.” + </p> + <p> + The old widower sat with his head bowed over his knitting, as if he were + hastily shortening the very thread of time. The minutes went slowly by. He + stopped his work and clasped his hands firmly together. I saw he had + forgotten his guest, and I kept the afternoon watch with him. At last he + looked up as if but a moment had passed of his continual loneliness. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, ma'am, I'm one that has seen trouble,” he said, and began to knit + again. + </p> + <p> + The visible tribute of his careful housekeeping, and the clean bright room + which had once enshrined his wife, and now enshrined her memory, was very + moving to me; he had no thought for any one else or for any other place. I + began to see her myself in her home,—a delicate-looking, faded + little woman, who leaned upon his rough strength and affectionate heart, + who was always watching for his boat out of this very window, and who + always opened the door and welcomed him when he came home. + </p> + <p> + “I used to laugh at her, poor dear,” said Elijah, as if he read my + thought. “I used to make light of her timid notions. She used to be + fearful when I was out in bad weather or baffled about gittin' ashore. She + used to say the time seemed long to her, but I've found out all about it + now. I used to be dreadful thoughtless when I was a young man and the fish + was bitin' well. I'd stay out late some o' them days, an' I expect she'd + watch an' watch an' lose heart a-waitin'. My heart alive! what a supper + she'd git, an' be right there watchin' from the door, with somethin' over + her head if 'twas cold, waitin' to hear all about it as I come up the + field. Lord, how I think o' all them little things!” + </p> + <p> + “This was what she called the best room; in this way,” he said presently, + laying his knitting on the table, and leading the way across the front + entry and unlocking a door, which he threw open with an air of pride. The + best room seemed to me a much sadder and more empty place than the + kitchen; its conventionalities lacked the simple perfection of the humbler + room and failed on the side of poor ambition; it was only when one + remembered what patient saving, and what high respect for society in the + abstract go to such furnishing that the little parlor was interesting at + all. I could imagine the great day of certain purchases, the bewildering + shops of the next large town, the aspiring anxious woman, the clumsy + sea-tanned man in his best clothes, so eager to be pleased, but at ease + only when they were safe back in the sailboat again, going down the bay + with their precious freight, the hoarded money all spent and nothing to + think of but tiller and sail. I looked at the unworn carpet, the glass + vases on the mantelpiece with their prim bunches of bleached swamp grass + and dusty marsh rosemary, and I could read the history of Mrs. Tilley's + best room from its very beginning. + </p> + <p> + “You see for yourself what beautiful rugs she could make; now I'm going to + show you her best tea things she thought so much of,” said the master of + the house, opening the door of a shallow cupboard. “That's real chiny, all + of it on those two shelves,” he told me proudly. “I bought it all myself, + when we was first married, in the port of Bordeaux. There never was one + single piece of it broke until— Well, I used to say, long as she + lived, there never was a piece broke, but long at the last I noticed she'd + look kind o' distressed, an' I thought 'twas 'count o' me boastin'. When + they asked if they should use it when the folks was here to supper, time + o' her funeral, I knew she'd want to have everything nice, and I said + 'certain.' Some o' the women they come runnin' to me an' called me, while + they was takin' of the chiny down, an' showed me there was one o' the cups + broke an' the pieces wropped in paper and pushed way back here, corner o' + the shelf. They didn't want me to go an' think they done it. Poor dear! I + had to put right out o' the house when I see that. I knowed in one minute + how 'twas. We'd got so used to sayin' 'twas all there just's I fetched it + home, an' so when she broke that cup somehow or 'nother she couldn't frame + no words to come an' tell me. She couldn't think 'twould vex me, 'twas her + own hurt pride. I guess there wa'n't no other secret ever lay between us.” + </p> + <p> + The French cups with their gay sprigs of pink and blue, the best tumblers, + an old flowered bowl and tea caddy, and a japanned waiter or two adorned + the shelves. These, with a few daguerreotypes in a little square pile, had + the closet to themselves, and I was conscious of much pleasure in seeing + them. One is shown over many a house in these days where the interest may + be more complex, but not more definite. + </p> + <p> + “Those were her best things, poor dear,” said Elijah as he locked the door + again. “She told me that last summer before she was taken away that she + couldn't think o' anything more she wanted, there was everything in the + house, an' all her rooms was furnished pretty. I was goin' over to the + Port, an' inquired for errands. I used to ask her to say what she wanted, + cost or no cost—she was a very reasonable woman, an' 'twas the place + where she done all but her extra shopping. It kind o' chilled me up when + she spoke so satisfied.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't go out fishing after Christmas?” I asked, as we came back to + the bright kitchen. + </p> + <p> + “No; I take stiddy to my knitting after January sets in,” said the old + seafarer. “'Tain't worth while, fish make off into deeper water an' you + can't stand no such perishin' for the sake o' what you get. I leave out a + few traps in sheltered coves an' do a little lobsterin' on fair days. The + young fellows braves it out, some on 'em; but, for me, I lay in my + winter's yarn an' set here where 'tis warm, an' knit an' take my comfort. + Mother learnt me once when I was a lad; she was a beautiful knitter + herself. I was laid up with a bad knee, an' she said 'twould take up my + time an' help her; we was a large family. They'll buy all the folks can do + down here to Addicks' store. They say our Dunnet stockin's is gettin' to + be celebrated up to Boston,—good quality o' wool an' even knittin' + or somethin'. I've always been called a pretty hand to do nettin', but + seines is master cheap to what they used to be when they was all hand + worked. I change off to nettin' long towards spring, and I piece up my + trawls and lines and get my fishin' stuff to rights. Lobster pots they + require attention, but I make 'em up in spring weather when it's warm + there in the barn. No; I ain't one o' them that likes to set an' do + nothin'.” + </p> + <p> + “You see the rugs, poor dear did them; she wa'n't very partial to + knittin',” old Elijah went on, after he had counted his stitches. “Our + rugs is beginnin' to show wear, but I can't master none o' them womanish + tricks. My sister, she tinkers 'em up. She said last time she was here + that she guessed they'd last my time.” + </p> + <p> + “The old ones are always the prettiest,” I said. + </p> + <p> + “You ain't referrin' to the braided ones now?” answered Mr. Tilley. “You + see ours is braided for the most part, an' their good looks is all in the + beginnin'. Poor dear used to say they made an easier floor. I go shufflin' + round the house same's if 'twas a bo't, and I always used to be stubbin' + up the corners o' the hooked kind. Her an' me was always havin' our jokes + together same's a boy an' girl. Outsiders never'd know nothin' about it to + see us. She had nice manners with all, but to me there was nobody so + entertainin'. She'd take off anybody's natural talk winter evenin's when + we set here alone, so you'd think 'twas them a-speakin'. There, there!” + </p> + <p> + I saw that he had dropped a stitch again, and was snarling the blue yarn + round his clumsy fingers. He handled it and threw it off at arm's length + as if it were a cod line; and frowned impatiently, but I saw a tear + shining on his cheek. + </p> + <p> + I said that I must be going, it was growing late, and asked if I might + come again, and if he would take me out to the fishing grounds someday. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, come any time you want to,” said my host, “'tain't so pleasant as + when poor dear was here. Oh, I didn't want to lose her an' she didn't want + to go, but it had to be. Such things ain't for us to say; there's no yes + an' no to it.” + </p> + <p> + “You find Almiry Todd one o' the best o' women?” said Mr. Tilley as we + parted. He was standing in the doorway and I had started off down the + narrow green field. “No, there ain't a better hearted woman in the State + o' Maine. I've known her from a girl. She's had the best o' mothers. You + tell her I'm liable to fetch her up a couple or three nice good mackerel + early tomorrow,” he said. “Now don't let it slip your mind. Poor dear, she + always thought a sight o' Almiry, and she used to remind me there was + nobody to fish for her; but I don't rec'lect it as I ought to. I see you + drop a line yourself very handy now an' then.” + </p> + <p> + We laughed together like the best of friends, and I spoke again about the + fishing grounds, and confessed that I had no fancy for a southerly breeze + and a ground swell. + </p> + <p> + “Nor me neither,” said the old fisherman. “Nobody likes 'em, say what they + may. Poor dear was disobliged by the mere sight of a bo't. Almiry's got + the best o' mothers, I expect you know; Mis' Blackett out to Green Island; + and we was always plannin' to go out when summer come; but there, I + couldn't pick no day's weather that seemed to suit her just right. I never + set out to worry her neither, 'twa'n't no kind o' use; she was so pleasant + we couldn't have no fret nor trouble. 'Twas never 'you dear an' you + darlin'' afore folks, an' 'you divil' behind the door!” + </p> + <p> + As I looked back from the lower end of the field I saw him still standing, + a lonely figure in the doorway. “Poor dear,” I repeated to myself half + aloud; “I wonder where she is and what she knows of the little world she + left. I wonder what she has been doing these eight years!” + </p> + <p> + I gave the message about the mackerel to Mrs. Todd. + </p> + <p> + “Been visitin' with 'Lijah?” she asked with interest. “I expect you had + kind of a dull session; he ain't the talkin' kind; dwellin' so much long + o' fish seems to make 'em lose the gift o' speech.” But when I told her + that Mr. Tilley had been talking to me that day, she interrupted me + quickly. + </p> + <p> + “Then 'twas all about his wife, an' he can't say nothin' too pleasant + neither. She was modest with strangers, but there ain't one o' her old + friends can ever make up her loss. For me, I don't want to go there no + more. There's some folks you miss and some folks you don't, when they're + gone, but there ain't hardly a day I don't think o' dear Sarah Tilley. She + was always right there; yes, you knew just where to find her like a plain + flower. 'Lijah's worthy enough; I do esteem 'Lijah, but he's a ploddin' + man.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXI. The Backward View + </h2> + <p> + AT LAST IT WAS the time of late summer, when the house was cool and damp + in the morning, and all the light seemed to come through green leaves; but + at the first step out of doors the sunshine always laid a warm hand on my + shoulder, and the clear, high sky seemed to lift quickly as I looked at + it. There was no autumnal mist on the coast, nor any August fog; instead + of these, the sea, the sky, all the long shore line and the inland hills, + with every bush of bay and every fir-top, gained a deeper color and a + sharper clearness. There was something shining in the air, and a kind of + lustre on the water and the pasture grass,—a northern look that, + except at this moment of the year, one must go far to seek. The sunshine + of a northern summer was coming to its lovely end. + </p> + <p> + The days were few then at Dunnet Landing, and I let each of them slip away + unwillingly as a miser spends his coins. I wished to have one of my first + weeks back again, with those long hours when nothing happened except the + growth of herbs and the course of the sun. Once I had not even known where + to go for a walk; now there were many delightful things to be done and + done again, as if I were in London. I felt hurried and full of pleasant + engagements, and the days flew by like a handful of flowers flung to the + sea wind. + </p> + <p> + At last I had to say good-by to all my Dunnet Landing friends, and my + homelike place in the little house, and return to the world in which I + feared to find myself a foreigner. There may be restrictions to such a + summer's happiness, but the ease that belongs to simplicity is charming + enough to make up for whatever a simple life may lack, and the gifts of + peace are not for those who live in the thick of battle. + </p> + <p> + I was to take the small unpunctual steamer that went down the bay in the + afternoon, and I sat for a while by my window looking out on the green + herb garden, with regret for company. Mrs. Todd had hardly spoken all day + except in the briefest and most disapproving way; it was as if we were on + the edge of a quarrel. It seemed impossible to take my departure with + anything like composure. At last I heard a footstep, and looked up to find + that Mrs. Todd was standing at the door. + </p> + <p> + “I've seen to everything now,” she told me in an unusually loud and + business-like voice. “Your trunks are on the w'arf by this time. Cap'n + Bowden he come and took 'em down himself, an' is going to see that they're + safe aboard. Yes, I've seen to all your 'rangements,” she repeated in a + gentler tone. “These things I've left on the kitchen table you'll want to + carry by hand; the basket needn't be returned. I guess I shall walk over + towards the Port now an' inquire how old Mis' Edward Caplin is.” + </p> + <p> + I glanced at my friend's face, and saw a look that touched me to the + heart. I had been sorry enough before to go away. + </p> + <p> + “I guess you'll excuse me if I ain't down there to stand around on the + w'arf and see you go,” she said, still trying to be gruff. “Yes, I ought + to go over and inquire for Mis' Edward Caplin; it's her third shock, and + if mother gets in on Sunday she'll want to know just how the old lady is.” + With this last word Mrs. Todd turned and left me as if with sudden thought + of something she had forgotten, so that I felt sure she was coming back, + but presently I heard her go out of the kitchen door and walk down the + path toward the gate. I could not part so; I ran after her to say good-by, + but she shook her head and waved her hand without looking back when she + heard my hurrying steps, and so went away down the street. + </p> + <p> + When I went in again the little house had suddenly grown lonely, and my + room looked empty as it had the day I came. I and all my belongings had + died out of it, and I knew how it would seem when Mrs. Todd came back and + found her lodger gone. So we die before our own eyes; so we see some + chapters of our lives come to their natural end. + </p> + <p> + I found the little packages on the kitchen table. There was a quaint West + Indian basket which I knew its owner had valued, and which I had once + admired; there was an affecting provision laid beside it for my seafaring + supper, with a neatly tied bunch of southernwood and a twig of bay, and a + little old leather box which held the coral pin that Nathan Todd brought + home to give to poor Joanna. + </p> + <p> + There was still an hour to wait, and I went up the hill just above the + schoolhouse and sat there thinking of things, and looking off to sea, and + watching for the boat to come in sight. I could see Green Island, small + and darkly wooded at that distance; below me were the houses of the + village with their apple-trees and bits of garden ground. Presently, as I + looked at the pastures beyond, I caught a last glimpse of Mrs. Todd + herself, walking slowly in the footpath that led along, following the + shore toward the Port. At such a distance one can feel the large, positive + qualities that control a character. Close at hand, Mrs. Todd seemed able + and warm-hearted and quite absorbed in her bustling industries, but her + distant figure looked mateless and appealing, with something about it that + was strangely self-possessed and mysterious. Now and then she stooped to + pick something,—it might have been her favorite pennyroyal,—and + at last I lost sight of her as she slowly crossed an open space on one of + the higher points of land, and disappeared again behind a dark clump of + juniper and the pointed firs. + </p> + <p> + As I came away on the little coastwise steamer, there was an old sea + running which made the surf leap high on all the rocky shores. I stood on + deck, looking back, and watched the busy gulls agree and turn, and sway + together down the long slopes of air, then separate hastily and plunge + into the waves. The tide was setting in, and plenty of small fish were + coming with it, unconscious of the silver flashing of the great birds + overhead and the quickness of their fierce beaks. The sea was full of life + and spirit, the tops of the waves flew back as if they were winged like + the gulls themselves, and like them had the freedom of the wind. Out in + the main channel we passed a bent-shouldered old fisherman bound for the + evening round among his lobster traps. He was toiling along with short + oars, and the dory tossed and sank and tossed again with the steamer's + waves. I saw that it was old Elijah Tilley, and though we had so long been + strangers we had come to be warm friends, and I wished that he had waited + for one of his mates, it was such hard work to row along shore through + rough seas and tend the traps alone. As we passed I waved my hand and + tried to call to him, and he looked up and answered my farewells by a + solemn nod. The little town, with the tall masts of its disabled schooners + in the inner bay, stood high above the flat sea for a few minutes then it + sank back into the uniformity of the coast, and became indistinguishable + from the other towns that looked as if they were crumbled on the + furzy-green stoniness of the shore. + </p> + <p> + The small outer islands of the bay were covered among the ledges with turf + that looked as fresh as the early grass; there had been some days of rain + the week before, and the darker green of the sweet-fern was scattered on + all the pasture heights. It looked like the beginning of summer ashore, + though the sheep, round and warm in their winter wool, betrayed the season + of the year as they went feeding along the slopes in the low afternoon + sunshine. Presently the wind began to blow and we struck out seaward to + double the long sheltering headland of the cape, and when I looked back + again, the islands and the headland had run together and Dunnet Landing + and all its coasts were lost to sight. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Country of the Pointed Firs, by +Sarah Orne Jewett + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE COUNTRY OF THE POINTED FIRS *** + +***** This file should be named 367-h.htm or 367-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/6/367/ + +Produced by Judith Boss, and David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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