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Updated: June 8, 2025
Two hours ago they was swimming in Johnson's pond yander. I caught 'em yes, ma'am. It's about all I'm good for now, catching trout and cod occasional. But 'tweren't always so not by no manner of means. I used to do other things, as you'd admit if you saw my life-book." I was so hungry and tired that I did not then "rise to the bait" of Uncle Jesse's "life-book."
Owen Ford separated himself from the life-book, with as much reluctance as a miser wrenches himself from his gold, long enough to drink his tea, and then returned to it hungrily. "Oh, you can take that thing home with you if you want to," said Captain Jim, as if the "thing" were not his most treasured possession. "I must go down and pull my boat up a bit on the skids. There's a wind coming.
"But meanwhile, Captain Jim is growing old," said Anne, sorrowfully, "and there is nobody to write his life-book." The ice in the harbor grew black and rotten in the March suns; in April there were blue waters and a windy, white-capped gulf again; and again the Four Winds light begemmed the twilights. "I'm so glad to see it once more," said Anne, on the first evening of its reappearance.
The First Mate was asleep in a square of sunshine by the sofa. Captain Jim lay on the sofa, with his hands clasped over the life-book, open at the last page, lying on his breast. His eyes were closed and on his face was a look of the most perfect peace and happiness the look of one who has long sought and found at last. "He is asleep?" whispered Anne tremulously.
Ford see your life-book, Captain Jim?" asked Anne, when Captain Jim finally declared that yarn-spinning must end for the time. "Oh, he don't want to be bothered with THAT," protested Captain Jim, who was secretly dying to show it. "I should like nothing better than to see it, Captain Boyd," said Owen. "If it is half as wonderful as your tales it will be worth seeing."
As for Captain Jim, he was a happy man that summer. He looked upon the little room where Owen worked as a sacred shrine. Owen talked everything over with Captain Jim, but he would not let him see the manuscript. "You must wait until it is published," he said. "Then you'll get it all at once in its best shape." He delved into the treasures of the life-book and used them freely.
Uncle Jesse surveyed our tears with pleasure shining out through his face like an illuminating lamp. "I like to make folks cry that way," he remarked. "It's a compliment. But I can't do justice to the things I've seen and helped do. I've got 'em all jotted down in my life-book but I haven't got the knack of writing them out properly.
Captain Jim surveyed her tears with pleasure shining from his face. "I like to see folks cry that way," he remarked. "It's a compliment. But I can't do justice to the things I've seen or helped to do. I've 'em all jotted down in my life-book, but I haven't got the knack of writing them out properly.
Thus, in possession of the volume, he began to read out from the "Leaves from the Life-book of Walter Lorraine." "'False as thou art beautiful! heartless as thou art fair! mockery of Passion! Walter cried, addressing Leonora; 'what evil spirit hath sent thee to torture me so? O Leonora * " "Cut that part," cried out Pen, making a dash at the book, which, however, his comrade would not release.
Did you notice the sky tonight? Mackerel skies and mares' tails Make tall ships carry short sails." Owen Ford accepted the offer of the life-book gladly. On their way home Anne told him the story of lost Margaret. "That old captain is a wonderful old fellow," he said. "What a life he has led! Why, the man had more adventures in one week of his life than most of us have in a lifetime.
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