![]() Whose somwlthhhwifnchlldandcrew.waa I'd cut out o' that page.†himself. landowner and ‘ shipbuilder of Stockholm. €˜hiseye: WANTEDâ€"Information that will lead to the discovery of an heir to the estate of one’ Erie Peterson. was reading every line, including the advertisements, in the last Journal. Telly were at a neighbor’s and Uncle Terry. It was one of those long even- ings and' when Aunt Lissy and The days were short and the evenings long.Īnd to get together and spend hours in labored conversation the only pastime. fodder the stock and shovel paths so that the children could go to school. Like so many wood- chucks then the residents kept within doors or only stirred it was a place cheerless in its desolation. Road to the head of the island buried beneath drifts and the people often for weeks at a time absolutely cut off from communication with the when the little harbor at As Cape was icobound. (many poems of picturesque and charming sceneâ€. lived frugally and were unconscious that all around them was a rockyshore whose cliflls andinlets and beaches were so Whose dwellings comprised the Cape worked hard. ![]() and heard Auntie Leach thank the Lord for his "many mercies." though what they were in her case it wouldīe hard to tell, unless being permitted to live alone and work hard to live at all was a mercy. gathered in the church to sing hymns they repeated fifty-two times each year. and as often the lighthouse tender called and left coal and oil for Uncle Terry. and which plied be- tween the Cape and Boston. according to weather, the monotony of the village was disturbed by the arrival of a small schooner owned while Telly made a call on the “Widder beach.†a misanthroplc but pious protegeo of hers. after lighting his pipe and the lighthouse lamp at about the same time. Of the island to meet the mail boat then at eventide. and after dinner harnessed and drove to the head Often accompanied by Telly in a calico dress and sunbonnet. Wondered why “the grace of God hadn't freed the land from stuns." no one ever came to dis~ turb its quietude. the store- keeper and postmaster, tallied uncens- ingly when he could ï¬nd a listener. Lived their sim- ‘ pie home life, and 813C031. Reader beware!Īll“ left “w.mm week in. The following text may have been generated by Optical Character Recognition, with varying degrees of accuracy.
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