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But let's talk about yourself. You're lightkeeper here?" "I be, yes." "And these particular lights seem to be a good way from everywhere and everybody." "Five mile from Eastboro Center, sixteen from Denboro, and two from the nighest life savin' station. Why?" "Oh, just for instance. No neighbors, you said?" "Nary one." "I noticed a bungalow just across the brook here. It seems to be shut up.
But the Eastboro lights were unimportant, merely a half-way mark between Orham on the one hand and the powerful Seaboard Heights beacon on the other. It was the beginning of summer, when wrecks almost never occurred. And the superintendent liked Seth, and Seth liked him. So, although Mr.
So in my next letter to him I described you as well as I could, mentioned that you were as good or a better swimmer than he, and asked for particulars. He answered that the only fellow he could think of who fitted your description was 'Russ' Brooks Russell, I suppose of New York; though what Russ Brooks was doing as lightkeeper's assistant at Eastboro Twin-Lights he DIDN'T know.
With the whole broadside of Cape Cod to land upon, why was I washed ashore just at this particular spot? Answer: Because at this spot, at this time, Eastboro Twin-Lights needed an assistant keeper. I like the spot. It is beautiful. 'Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife. With your permission, I'll stay here. The leopard may or may not change his spots, but I sha'n't.
They were already in the kitchen. Brown hastened after them. "It's all right, ladies," he said. "Right this way, please." He led the way to the chamber of the sick man. Mr. Atkins turned on his bed of pain, caught a glimpse of the visitors, and sat up. "What in time?" he roared. "Seth," said Brown, benignly, "this is Mrs. Stover of Eastboro. I think you know her. And Mrs. Hains of Boston.
I made the shore finally, but I was so used up that I don't remember anything after the landing. Think I took a nap." "I presume likely. Wonder 'twasn't your everlastin' nap! Tut! tut! tut! Think of it!" "I don't want to, thank you. It isn't pleasant enough to think of. I'm here and by the way, where IS here?" "This is Eastboro township Eastboro, Cape Cod.
Denboro is many long miles from Eastboro, and the road, even in the best of weather, is not a good one. It winds and twists and climbs and descends through woods and over hills.
He heard a shrill pow-wow of feminine voices. Evidently "New Thought" and the practice of medicine had once more clashed. The argument waxed and waned. Followed the click of a spoon against glass. And then came a gasp, a gurgle, a choking yell; and high upon the salty air enveloping Eastboro Twin-Lights rose the voice of Mr.
"Why, Seth!" she cried, "why, Seth! it's Eastboro, ain't it? We're close to Eastboro." Seth nodded. "It's Eastboro," he said. "I cal'lated we must be there or thereabouts. With that no'theast breeze to help us we couldn't do much else but fetch up at the inner end of the Back Harbor." She laid her hand timidly on his arm. "Seth," she whispered, "what should we have done without you?
Here he remained until the deepening dusk reminded him that it was time the lights were burning. Returning, he lit the lanterns and sat down in the room at the top of the left-hand tower to think, and think, and think. The shadows deepened; the last flush of twilight faded from the western sky; the stars came out; night and the black silence of night shrouded Eastboro Twin-Lights.
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