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Updated: May 9, 2025
Somehow Jehosophat did not like the sad look on her face. He went and shut the door. He thought he would feel more comfortable if he couldn't see Mother's eyes. Then he sat down to look at the picture book again. But he felt more miserable than ever. Bang! he shut the book too. It was very strange. The things that usually made him so happy weren't any fun at all just then.
The water was more quiet here than out in the stream and it made a fine harbor for the ship. For, you see, after all, it was not a gate but a ship! But they must make sure of their prize. So Jehosophat ran to the barn and fetched some rope. With this he made the ship fast to the trunk of the tree, that is, to the wharf in Walnut Harbour.
"Guess it was pirates ssshhh!" whispered Jehosophat, "they may have disbarked an' be hidin' in the bushes." But a way of escape was open. It was coming down the stream. Jehosophat spied it. "The very thing!" he cried. It was a big gate which had been carried off by the flood; and it was tossed first to this side and then to the other by the brown water.
The pirates would find that out soon enough. And there was a flag, too, with bones and a skull on it, just as Jehosophat had said. "Why, it's the Jolly Roger," he told his brother, "that's what they call this flag." But where did they come from? Marmaduke sort of suspected the Toyman, but he had disappeared, and Jehosophat said,
After having given vent to the foregoing lockrum, I took Jehosophat Bean's illustrated "Biography of the Eleven Hundred and Seven Illustrious American Heroes," and turned in to read a spell; but arter a while I lost sight of the heroes and their exploits, and I got into a wide spekilation on all sorts of subjects, and among the rest my mind wandered off to Jordan river, the Collingwood girls in particular, and Jessie and the doctor, and the Beaver-dam, and its inmates in general.
Mother would always send Jehosophat and Hepzebiah into the spare room to sleep, and she would come herself and lie down in Jehosophat's bed, right next to the little sick boy, right where he could reach out his hand and place it in hers. That was "most worth" all the aches and the pains. It was all right to have Father near, but somehow Marmaduke felt better if it was Mother that lay by his side.
Then Marmaduke let another snowball fly. That hit one of the white soldiers and knocked his black eye out. And Hepzebiah threw her snowball. She tried very hard. But it didn't go very far and didn't do any damage. Jehosophat looked worried at that. He couldn't depend on Hepzebiah at all.
As a special treat the children were allowed to stay up late and hear Uncle Roger's stories of the great sea. They stayed up very late, although the Little-Clock-with-the-Wise-Face-on-the-Mantle spoke several times. So next morning they were very tired. The sun was warm and while Jehosophat, Marmaduke and Hepzebiah sat on the porch they fell asleep.
If I am obliged to live in it I shall have to, but I am sure that a new, clean house would add ten years to my life." "Jehosophat!" I added, startled by this appeal into borrowing the latest expletive from the vocabulary of my eldest son, at which Josephine bridled for an instant, thinking that she had detected blasphemy.
In front of the house marched Mr. Stuckup, the Turkey. His chest was stuck out and his tail feathers were spread out too, like a great big fan. He was having a lovely parade all by himself. "Rubber, rubber, rubber," he gobbled. Jehosophat looked down at his feet. He felt guilty but he thought it was very mean of Mr. Stuckup to call attention to his wet rubbers that way.
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