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Squitty is six miles wide and ten miles long, a blob of granite covered with fir and cedar forest, with certain parklike patches of open grassland on the southern end, and a hump of a mountain lifting two thousand feet in its middle. The southeastern end of Squitty barring the tide rips off Cape Mudge is the dirtiest place in the Gulf for small craft in blowy weather.
"Ashamed of myself!" shrieked that amiable lady, indignant with herself for having quailed for a moment before the old lady. "What do you mean you you pauper?" "I may be a pauper," said Aunt Lucy, calmly, "But I am thankful to say that I mind my own business, and don't meddle with other people's chests." A red spot glowed on either cheek of Mrs. Mudge.
Poulter, your supposition is preposterous forgive me- -you do not suppose that I am unable to recognise superiority in birth, in manners, and in intellect. It was better, on this particular occasion, to conciliate Mrs. Mudge. She is not worthy of serious opposition. Miss Toller will not sit near you. Mrs. Poulter was pacified. 'I am glad to hear this explanation.
At length we came to the steep side of a mountain, over which we ourselves, laden as we were, might be able to make our way, though it was very certain that no horse could either ascend or descend it with safety. I proposed, notwithstanding, that we should climb it. "We'll not do that if it can be avoided," answered Mudge.
Mudge and I had jumped into the boat, and as we were approaching the shore to pick up the black I saw a dark fin rise just ahead of us. I told Mudge. "That's a brute of a shark!" he exclaimed, "and a big fellow too, and the chances are he has poor Blackie for his supper."
Mudge sat bolt upright in his chair to listen, and John Silence cleared his throat and began to read slowly in a very distinct voice. But before he had uttered a dozen words, something happened. A sound of street music entered the room through the open ventilators, for a band had begun to play in the stable mews at the back of the house the March from Tannhäuser.
All the boys, McKelvey, Keith, Clarke, Johnston, Graham, Walker, Smith, Reid, Diplock, Palmer, Larkins, Gould, Salter, Mudge, and many others whom I did not know so well, gathered around us and wanted to know how we had fared, and the story of our attempt and subsequent punishment formed the topic of conversation for days.
"We are going to board yonder barque," said Mudge aloud; "there is an opening through the reef just abreast of us, and we shall have no difficulty in reaching her." "Orders are orders," said Tillard; "I never knew any good come of disobeying them."
"Can you spare Aunt Lucy?" "For how long?" asked Mrs. Mudge. "For all the time. She has just come into possession of a little property, several hundred dollars a year, and I have persuaded her to go to New York to board." "Is this true?" exclaimed Mrs. Mudge in astonishment. "Yes," said the old lady, "God has been bountiful to me when I least expected it."
The widow, a truly Christian woman, exerted herself to the utmost of her strength to support and educate her boy, but when he was about fourteen years of age her health gave way, and she died, committing him to the charge of good Captain Mudge. Ralph, who had set his heart on going to sea, was taken as an apprentice on board the Amity the next voyage she made.
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